Sorry it took so long for an update but school is just evil! I try write in my notebook as much as I can but it had more than once been taken away by a teacher for an entire day, grrr! So anyway hope you enjoy this chapter, read enjoy review!!! SORRY for the errors, please don't rat on me, I'll work on it later, promise.

Chapter 8

Amanda was at her locker, still completely pissed off at Kurt. The fact that everyone seemed paired up after the party only made it worse. She could've been paired up but she knew it was her own fault she wasn't. She had only been kissed once ever and the guy had made the first move, if she had just waited for Kurt to try and kiss her things would be different.

"Hey Amanda," said Kitty as she approached her own locker, which was two away from Amanda's.

"Hey," Amanda replied as cheerfully as she could.

"So I like saw you and Kurt totally grinding it up on the dance floor," Kitty said with a bi happy smile. Amanda would've smiled back if she wasn't so angry.

"Whatever, that little freak isn't worth my time," Amanda snapped.

Kitty's smile faded as she turned to her friend, "What like happened?"

"It's more like what didn't happen. I tried to kiss Kurt and he just pushed me away, said e wasn't ready."

"But you two were dancing like crazy," exclaimed Kitty.

"Yeah well," said Amanda grabbing her science book, "he's not getting off that easily," she threatened before spinning on her heel and walking down the hallway, ready to punch a certain cute, sweet, and funny jerk square in the jaw.

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"Scott don't worry about it," pleaded Jean, "it was all my fault, I don't even remember what happened after I left you."

"That's where I messed up Jean, I left you alone and you could've been seriously hurt," said Scott leaning against a tree.

Jean huffed, "Why are you trying so hard to push me away? Common Scott I explained to my parents, they want you to come over for dinner on Wednesday night to apologize."

"I don't think so," Scott replied bitterly, after what happened he didn't want to see the Grey's ever again.

"Please, I'm asking you to do this for me Scott," said Jean wrapping her arms around Scott's neck. "I like you a lot and I want everyone to be on good terms. Besides if we don't get this worked out imagine how awkward it would be to see my parenst again after I ask you to the Fall Formal."

Scott finally allowed himself to smile a little, so she still liked him, "Alright," he replied. "But I'm going to pretend I didn't hear the whole Fall Formal invitation, I plan on asking you."

Smiling, Jean pulled herself closer to Scott till her lips lightly caressed his; she could feel him smile as well. When she finally pulled away her smile broke out into a wide grin.

She was leaning in to kiss him again, only in not such an innocent manner, when the intercom came on and it was Professor Xavier's voice saying, "May I please see Jean Grey in my office immediately."

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"Miss Grey," said Charles Xavier, "I have some questions concerning your special ability."

Jean froze inside but managed to smile and laugh politely, "I'm sorry sir I have no idea what you're talking about. If you're referring to my special abilities when it comes to my grades…."

"No Miss Grey I mean about your mutant powers." Charles stopped for a brief moment to watch the young girl in front of him, she became deathly pale and opened hr mouth as if to say something but she couldn't find the words. "Please do not be alarmed Miss Grey, I've known about your telekinesis and telepathy since the first day we met. The fact that you are able to control it as well as you have impresses me, though after what happened Saturday night I am very concerned about you."

"Saturday? What happened to me on Saturday?" Jean asked terrified.

Charles was confused, "You mean you don't remember losing control of your powers for a considerable amount of time?" The girl simply shook her head. "Well then we have a serious problem don't we Miss Grey." He paused for a moment before he continued, "Would it scare you Miss Grey if I were to scan your mind and get to the bottom of this mess?"

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Remy LeBeau was waiting outside the Darkholme residence in his black Porsche. There was a chance of rain and he wasn't about to let his precious bike get wet, though he would've loved to feel his cherie's arms wrapped around his waist. But the car seemed a little more appropriate for the date he was taking her on later.

When she finally opened the door, stopping momentarily to flip off that annoying half brother of hers, Remy felt his jaw drop. She was wearing a thin black short sleeved turtle neck dress, with a pair of elbow length black gloves, and a pair of grey leggings. Her hair was swooped back in a ponytail with her two white bangs cupping her face while she only wore dark eyeliner that illuminated her green eyes.

He was still starring even as she opened the car door and took a seat beside him. When she saw the look on his face she couldn't help but blush, it only made her even more beautiful.

"Stop starrin," she finally said smacking his arm.

"How could I not cherie, you look absolutely beau dis mornin'," Remy smirked, "an we got another twenty minutes before school starts."

She rolled her eyes but the blush didn't leave her face, "How do ya suppose we do anythin' Mr. Lebeau?"

"Really wan me to show you cherie?" he asked.

Rogue looked back at his challenging stare with her own, "Bring it on Cajun."

Remy simply smirked as he put one arm under her legs the other on her back and puled her into his lap.

"Alright what do ya think ya doin Swamp Rat…" Rogue began before she started laughing hysterically; Remy was ticking her with full force. She tried to kick and scratch but Remy had her trapped.

Finally when he stopped they just sat there and starred at each other. Her face was flushed and her eyes were shinning, she was the most beautiful girl Remy had ever laid eyes on, and she was his. A piece of her white hair had fallen right over her eyes and Remy used his gloved hand to push it behind her ear. His hand lingered and moved down to cup her cheek but his thumb gently began to caress her lovely pink lips.

"Ya gettin' dangerously close Swamp Rat," Rogue whispered.

"I like danger River Rat," he replied as he let both his hands slide down her sides and wrap around her waist. The look on her face revealed the pure ecstasy she was feeling. Remy only wished he could've continued to watch her as he went to her neck and began a trail of kisses over the thin fabric. Her own arms made their way around his neck and the smooth silk of her gloves made his skin tingle. At the same time his lips found the sensitive area on the side of her neck his hands became bold and went farter down her back. Both were lost in each other, till they were interrupted by an annoying little monkey pounding at the window.

"Kurt ya son of a bitch!" Rogue hollered moving off Remy ready to jump out and kill him, unfortunately Kurt was speeding off on his blue bicycle.

"Ah hate him," she hissed through her clenched teeth.

Remy was pretty pissed off too but smirked and started up the engine, "Don worry cherie, we finish dis later, Remy promise."

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Kitty moaned as she stepped out of the girl's locker room her body in total pain. The school day had gone much quicker than she had expected it too but the last hour of cheerleading practice had felt like an eternity of hell. They didn't do cheers or practice smiling like Kitty thought they would, instead they had just completed what Kitty believed to be an advanced military training session and it nearly killed her.

Rogue on the other hand had been having a blast, Kitty just thought of her as crazy. Then again the older goth girl had the body of someone who usually worked out while Kitty was just skin and bones. Lance didn't seem to mind; at least she hoped he didn't.

To her delight she found Lance sitting on one of the benches outside waiting for her. He engulfed her in a big warm hug and kissed the top of her head. He was her Lance finally, he had always been hers but now she could go around and publicly state it.

"So what do you feel like doing tonight Pretty Kitty?" he asked as they walked toward his truck.

"I don't know, Scott and Jean were like totally going to the drive in tonight, along with like half the school, but it does sound like fun."

"Alright then," said Lance opening the door for Kitty, "sounds like fun." Then he paused, "Wait is it one of those chick flick things?"

Kitty simply giggled as she shut the door herself, it was a complete chick flick.

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Ororo opened the door to the Professors office and found him sitting at his desk with Logan standing beside him. She wouldn't look at him so instead she gave the Professor a warm smile.

"What is the trouble Charles, I hope it is nothing serious."

"Actually Ororo I believe it is," Charles said grimly. "We have a mutant at our school who had the ability to absorb anyone she touches, not only taking their power and their memory but their life is she decides to hold on long enough. But it's not just her, I've seen many other mutants at our school and they are in desperate need of help. So I have called this meeting to find a way we can help them without having to reveal their identities."

Ororo took a seat in one of the more comfy chairs as she tried to absorb the information she had just taken in. It was true there was a large amount of mutants at the school and Ororo knew that some needed help with their powers, but what Charles was asking was impossible. "There is no way to find out who they are without going to every single student and asking, the parents would disapprove and even if a student was a mutant they would most likely deny it."

"I know," sighed Charles, "that is why I called up my good friend doctor McCoy to build me a machine that can detect who has mutant abilities. The man is smart enough to do it but what I am asking of you and Logan is to come up with some ideas as to what we shall do once who know who is a mutant. It will not be an easy thing but I believe that the two of you can come up with something."

"Look Professor," began Logan.

"Not today Logan I have a terrible headache, just please consider what I've said to you and try to be of some help. I realize things are tense for everyone right now but my main concern is the students. We need to take action before a serious accident occurs."

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Rogue was completely invigorated; the cheerleading thing was more fun than she thought it would be. The teacher, whom the other girls thought was insane, wasn't interested in just how cute they looked or how loud they shouted, she meant business and was going to spend all of pre-season whipping them into shape.

When Rogue emerged from the locker room she was wearing the same outfit she had before only now she had on no makeup and her hair was still kind of wet, she hoped Remy wouldn't mind because she really didn't have much time to get ready and she had wanted to at least take a shower.

She saw him in the parking lot leaning against his car with a cigarette in his mouth. Rogue usually would've said ick and given him the "those things will kill you" lecture, but damn it just added more edge to his personality, no like the Cajun had been lacking in edge.

The school day had felt like forever, except for the classes with Remy. They had spent the entire English period passing notes back and forth while getting nasty looks from Tabitha, and then in gym class they had got into a mock fight just so they could be close to each other. Finally in last hour, oh what a blast that had been, it had been a free day, mainly because the teacher had a headache, and Remy had tried to teach her how to play poker. In the end he declared she was terrible and they ended up playing go fish, which Remy was terrible at.

When Remy finally saw her he threw out his cigarette but didn't move from his relaxed position. "You have fun cherie?" he asked expecting her to be really, really angry.

"Nope," she replied leaning against the car beside him, "it was fun."

He smiled and Rogue couldn't keep her own back, it was contagious. "You know cherie you don need all dat makeup, you look beau wit out it."

"Thanks," Rogue said pulling a strand of hair behind her ear, "but it gives meh a sense of protection ya know. Keeps people from gettin' too close, except nasty lil Swamp Rats who can't keep there hands to themselves."

"Common cherie," smirked Remy putting his arm over her shoulders, "you know you love moi."

"Keep dreamin Cajun," Rogue said with a mock angry attitude. "Ah love ya like ah love a headache."

"Ouch, you wound me Roguey," he said with an I'm a hurt puppy dog look.

"Well ya wound meh Swamp Rat, ah've been standin here for five minutes an ya havn't given meh a hug yet."

"Excuse my crude manors cherie," Remy replied pulling away from her so he could wrap his arms around her waist. "What was I thinkin?"

Rogue wrapped her own arms around his neck and rested her head against his shoulder, "Ya probably weren't thinkin Cajun, when are ya ever thinkin?"

They stood there that way for several minutes in a peaceful silence before they pulled away and got into the car.

"So where we goin? When ah saw ya with your car ah was afraid ya were gonna take meh to that nasty movie everyone else is goin to."

Remy grunted but smirked, "You really dink I'm date predicable Roguey, trust me where we goin you ain't never been."

"Oh gaw'd," Rogue said before they took off speeding down the highway. She tried to pretend to be mad when he wouldn't tell her where they were going but deep down she was excited for the first time since she had moved to Bayville.