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Chapter 2

Jean was standing with a circle of girls when she saw the most handsome boy she had ever laid eyes on enter Bayville High. She had sparked a conversation with a younger girl named Kitty and girl named Sara because they were all looking at the cheerleading tryouts sheet at the same time. Jean liked Kitty instantly but the Sara girl she really didn't care about, so it had been mainly her and Kitty talking. But when she saw the mystery boy she stopped mid sentence and blushed when she saw his jaw drop.

Kitty turned around to see what Jean was gaping at, sure enough there was a tall, semi muscular, cutie standing at the doorway looking like he had just been hit with a train. Kitty couldn't help but giggle, "Looks like Jean has an admirer already."

"Oh please," replied Jean, her eyes returning to Kitty. "He might be starring at you."

"Not likely," Kitty sighed, "I like already have someone I like a lot, but he doesn't like me back."

"How is that possible Kitty Pryde?" asked Jean. "You're too cute not to like."

"Wow, like thanks Jean," said Kitty smiling, "but do you think that you could like tell that to him."

Jean laughed, "Sure thing, just point him out sometime today and I'll walk straight up to him and say, "Hey you're a total loser if you don't think Kitty is cute." That should knock some sense into the boy."

Kitty was about to reply, but the two minute bell rang, and Jean's mystery boy had long since continued on his way. She was still somewhat entranced and a part of her wanted to go find him, but her responsible side told her she needed to get to Advanced Trig.

"I'll see you later Kitty, do you want to sit together at lunch?"

Kitty couldn't hide her wide smile, "Yeah like totally! I'll catch you later then," she said as she turned toward her first period English. She couldn't hold back her happiness, she had only been at Bayville High for only ten minutes and she had conversed with a beautiful soon to be cheerleader without getting laughed at. Kitty knew things here would be amazing, even if Lance was still clueless about her feelings for him.

Jean on the other hand was trying to suppress her happiness so that she could walk into class looking cool and ready to learn. Impressing the teachers was just as important as the student body, maybe even more so. But Jean couldn't help it; her heart was racing at a hundred miles an hour. Guys always starred at her no matter where she went but this guy with glasses who was so perfectly built and dressed like a total prep had actually made her blush. It was a new feeling for Jean and she liked it. What she didn't like were the butterflies that did loops in her stomach when she entered class and realized the only seat open was toward the back in front of her mystery man.

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Scott had been daydreaming, his hands behind his head, and a calm demeanor about him. But when a girl, the same girl he had starred at earlier, took the seat right in front of him both his arms dropped and he almost tilted out of his seat. In a class of five hundred some odd students what were the odds that the red haired beauty he had seen earlier would end up in a seat right in font of him.

Scott felt himself grow tense as he wondered if he should introduce himself or let her make the first move. He usually never had to approach a girl because they always just seemed to come to him, but one he actually liked seemed to not even notice him. He was about to introduce himself when her lovely face turned towards his, her hair flipping perfectly, and she beat him to it.

"Hello I'm Jean Grey," she said, a warm smile on her face.

"Scott Summers, nice to meet you," replied Scott, returning her smile. "Excited about Advanced Trig?" it was lame he knew, but he didn't trust himself to try to say anything else.

"Oh yeah," Jean said sarcastically, "my idea of fun."

Scott laughed, "So what is your idea of fun?"

"I don't know," said Jean, her lovely light green eyes looking to the floor. "Shopping, going to the movies, hanging out, you know all the usual stuff. What about you?"

"Well as much as I do enjoy all those things I'll have to add surfing to the list," replied Scott.

"You surf?" Jean asked looking up at him.

"Use to, before we moved out here I lived in California for a while. That's where I learned to surf, but trust me my brother Alex is like way better than me. I can only catch a wave or two before I fall, that kid can go all day and never touch the water."

Jean giggled, "Wow sounds impressive. Now how exactly does one learn…" she began before the bell rang again and everyone's attention immediately moved to the front of the room. Jean couldn't hold back her smile, she hadn't made a complete idiot of herself like she thought she would, and their conversation had actually gone really good.

Scott was thinking the same thing as he pulled out his notepad and pencil and began taking notes, though he didn't hear a word the teacher said, he was too wrapped up with the girl in front of him. Jean, he thought, a beautiful name to go with a beautiful girl.

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The two minute bell rang just as Kurt made his way out of the lunch room, an apple in one hand, his schedule in the other. He had no idea where the science wing was and if it was all the way on the other side of the building he would be in trouble.

Kurt was so lost in trying to read the map that he bumped into a girl and sent her books falling to the ground.

"Oof, veh sorry!" Kurt cried bending down to retrieve the books. When he had them all he stood back up and looked at a very pretty girl.

"It's no problem really, I wasn't paying attention either. I have like no idea where the science wing is."

"Veh either, I'm not use to such a vig school," said Kurt timidly.

"Me neither," the girl stated, "my names Amanda."

"Vine's Kurt."

"Where are you from Kurt, you have such an interesting accent," Amanda said with a smile.

"Vell, I've been viving in Mississippi with vey mother and veh step sister for the past vew years, but I grew up vin Germany," replied Kurt.

"Really? Wow that is so cool…" began Amanda when suddenly the bell went off and both looked at each other with wide eyes and took off down the hallway. They still had no idea where they were going but they figured that if they just ran around for awhile they would manage to find their classroom.

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The school had decided that with Kitty's GPA she needed be put into classes not usually offered to sophomores, so she was usually stuck in a class of juniors or seniors and it made her feel awkward. The only plus side was that she would get to be with Lance, they practically had identical schedules. It made her happy; she just wondered how he felt about it.

He must've thought it was alright because when Kitty entered the classroom she saw Lance standing with a group of people and he looked away from them to smile at her. She walked over to the group and noticed immediately that there were like twelve girls. She felt a nasty taste of jealousy in her mouth before she realized it wasn't Lance they were starring at. Standing beside the desk of a semi attractive, but mostly sleazy blonde, was ye another gorgeous male, only unlike Jean's mystery guy this one was rough looking, but it wasn't in the same way as Lance. This stranger had the whole Jimmy Dean smooth bad boy thing going, Lance just had the big bad bully thing going. But that was why Kitty loved him and she didn't even take a second glance at the boy that was attracting the attention of every other girl in the room.

"Guess you were like totally right Lance, you got us here on time," she said taking a seat in the front row, Lance taking the seat behind her.

"Told ya Kit-Kat, but you just wouldn't listen to me," Lance teased.

"Like don't tell me you're going to start calling me that again. That is like so kindergarten Lance," said Kitty, actually enjoying the nickname.

"Well what am I suppose to call you then, every time I call you Pretty Kitty in public you start to blush,' stated Lance.

"I like totally do not Lance," protested Kitty, feeling her cheeks start to burn.

"See your doing it now," said Lance smiling.

Kitty was about to say something snappy back but suddenly the whole group of girls behind them burst into laugher and that gave Kitty a moment to compose herself. She felt the heat from her cheeks drain away and she found a way to change the subject.

"I see your friend is like a total ladies man," said Kitty.

"I'll say," said Lance looking back at Remy who was giving the blonde a cool sly smirk, it almost made Lance jealous. "Your not into a guy like that are you Kitty," Lance asked rather serious.

Kitty caught the change in his tone and she couldn't help but smile, "No Lance there's only one type of guy I like," she said feeling herself blush again.

Before Lance could respond the bell rang and Kitty, like the good girl she was, turned in her seat so she could face the front. She could've smashed that damn bell, but it was too late now. She had wanted to know his reply, it could've helped her determine whether he liked her the way she liked him or not. Instead she was left just as confused as ever.

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Remy was taking the promiscuous little blonde's hand in his own when he heard the bell ring, he supposed it was time for him to depart; this girl was just too easy. He figured he'd be able to bag her the first chance he got. So leaving her with a wink Remy walked away from Tabitha and the other girls and took a seat in the back row. He always liked the back row; it meant he could get away with sleeping longer before the teacher caught him.

He hated English class, especially ones that covered Shakespeare. Any other class he could space off and pay absolutely no attention yet he'd be able to pass, but English he actually had to pay attention. It seemed ridicules to him and he hated how all the poems were constantly about love. He didn't believe in it, all he believed in was lust, it had been the only thing he had ever felt, and he felt content living his life the way he did now forever.

Remy leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes as his thoughts drifted off to the assignment he was on. His step father and he were going to steal some gold bricks from this millionaire who hadn't repaid the guild for a little favor they had done for him years ago. He was just going over the layout plans they had confiscated when he heard the teachers loud voice address another student.

"Two minutes late young lady, I won't count it today but if it happens again I'm going to write you up." Shut up you annoying prick, Remy thought as he tried to slide back into his previous thoughts.

"Ah swear it won happen again sir," came the irritated voice of a girl.

Remy wasn't sure whether it was the fact he recognized a southern accent or just the fact that it was the sweetest voice he had ever, but his eyes snapped open and he crashed his chair back to the ground. No matter the reason when Remy looked at the girl, who was the type he'd usually not even take a second glance at, had him entranced. His eyes never left her as she slowly walked down his row and took the seat right beside him, she was incredible.

Tabitha, who was two seats ahead of him, looked back at the gothic girl who had claimed a seat next to the handsome Remy. She was confused as to why he was starring at her like she was the damn hottest thing he had ever seen.

"Hey Remy," Tabitha whispered, not getting his attention. "Hey Remy," she said a bit louder and was happy to see him turn his gaze to her. "Don't let the vampire bit you, she looks pretty hungry," said Tabitha looking at the gothic girl.

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When rogue took a seat next to the boy who was incredibly attractive she knew he was starring at her. It was something she had become use to, only this guy wasn't starring at her like she was a freak, it made her uneasy. Especially when the blonde was trying to get his attention and he was still looking at her.

As soon as the little blonde opened her mouth Rogue knew she would fly an insult at her. So Rogue simply smiled very derisively and pointed her middle finger. The blonde responded by rolling her eyes and returning her attention to the front of the room.

Rogue pulled one of her white strands of hair behind her ear and pulled out her book, carefully hiding it between her legs and she made sure to look up every so often to not have the teacher suspect anything. She was reading a vampire novel, of course, and was just getting to the best part when she felt something tap her shoulder.

"What do ya want?" Rogue snapped as she looked up at the young man with glasses.

"Whoo calm down cherie, Remy jus wonderin' why you readin' durin English class dat's all," he replied with a smirk.

"Cause ah don't like readin' Shakespeare plays ah'v read half a dozen time before," Rogue said harshly looking back at her book, "now would ya leave meh alone!"

"Why would Remy want to do dat? Dis class to borin, he need a pretty fille to talk to," said Remy, noticing the slight blush on her pale skin.

"Get over yourself ya damn swamp rat, meh daddy always use to warn meh bout you Cajun boys!" she snarled.

"How'd you know Remy was Cajun cherie? Do you have brains as well as beauty?"

"Ugh," snorted Rogue crossing both her arms and throwing her head between them. She wasn't in the mood, she really wasn't. In her mind she went to her quiet place and tried to block out everything around her. But just as she was beginning to feel relaxed she felt her chair move back slightly, her head slipping from her hands.

"What the hell are ya doin?" she hissed.

"You didn' answer Remy's questions cherie," he said smirking slyly.

Rogue felt herself clenching her jaw, she wanted throw a hard punch into his smug face. "Ah ain't smart an ah ain't beautiful, can ah get back to readin' now?"

"If dat is what you really want cherie, but I dink you'll find dat dis Cajun grows on ya. Give it a few days an you'll be beggin for moi to smother you wit compliments," he replied.

"Gaw'd," exclaimed Rogue shutting her book, "what do you think you are? Gaw'ds gift to women?"

"See you are smart cherie," he said leaning closer toward her, "I never thought of moi self dat way, but now dat you suggested it maybe dats what I am."

For a moment Rogue froze, she had realized at first he was attractive, but she hadn't really taken a good look at him. But now as she turned to give him a hard glare she saw that he had a very nice set jaw with a little bit of an afternoon shadow and that his semi long brown hair fell perfectly across his face. Rogue swallowed hard not trusting herself to speak, but managed a bitter remark.

"Well ya ain't mine Cajun!"

"You'd be surprised cherie, dis Cajun just might sweep you off your feet someday," he said smirking.

Rogue was getting angry, "Listen ya damn swamp rat…"

"Miss Darkholme, Mr. LeBeau," interrupted the teacher, "since you are both so eager to talk why don't the both of you come to the front of the class and be our main characters for act one of Anthony and Cleopatra."

Rogue rolled her eyes as she gave the Cajun a nasty look before she pulled herself off her seat. Remy smirked and watched her stand; he would show her what a Cajun could do.

She barely made it one step before she felt something swipe the back of her feet and she went flying backwards. The back of her head would've slammed into the floor if a pair of strong hands hadn't caught her first. For a brief moment Rogue couldn't breathe as she looked up into the Cajun's face, but that faded as she glared murderously at him, her anger reaching a boiling point.

"Told ya Remy could sweep ya off you feet cherie," he smirked as he pulled her back up. He heard her snarl some cuss words under her breath as she gave him one good hard push and stalked to the front of the classroom. Remy couldn't hold back a smile, to any other man in the world that look would've scared the hell out of them, but it just invigorated Remy and made him think of how her dark green eyes sparkled when she was angry.

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"That there is a brave man," Lance whispered to Kitty as the whole class watched the interaction between the goth and the class Casanova. Everyone had seen the way he smiled as she looked at him with murderous rage in her eyes. "I think he's just doing it for a laugh."

"I like don't see why," replied Kitty, "but maybe some guys just like a challenge."

"I guess, you'd never see me poke a girl like that with a ten foot poll," joked Lance as he fully turned to in his seat to look at Kitty.

"Miss Pryde, Mr. Alvers," said the teacher looking at his computer picture attendance "seems like you two have just volunteered to join these two, common up."