Chapter 3: Getting a name, and making new friends
Ororo, Logan, and the girl walked down the hall. As they went the girl would occasionally stop and point to something, Logan and Ororo complying; telling her what was behind closed doors, or down corridors. When they stopped at a particular door, the girl stopped and raised a curious eyebrow, even though her shades were on.
"Oh, we are going to the cafeteria," Ororo said, though she could not see the girl's curious look.
"Figured ya'd be hungry kind, know I am," Logan huffed.
"Are you hungry.umm. What is your name?"
Logan looked at Ororo, then at the girl. Ororo was right. The kid didn't have a name, or she would have least found something to write it down for them.
"Hey kid, ya really don't have a name." Logan said coming to stand in front of her.
The girl looked up, pointed to her head, and shook her head no. Its not that she didn't have a name, it was that she could not remember it. Ororo looked thoughtfully.
"How about we give you a name young lady." Ororo came to stand next to Logan, brushing up against his arm. Logan looked at her through the corner of his eye. Her hair was loose, framing her brown-skinned face beautifully. With her back slightly to Logan, he took the opportunity to check out Ororo's ass. He smirked, as he realized how good she fitted leather. True, he had never seen another woman fit leather the way she could, filling out every nook and space. He looked back at her face, and saw that the Ororo was smiling warmly at the girl, as they seemed to be communicating between each other in someway. He looked at her, and a smile almost threatened to creep to his lips for reasons unknown
*What da hell! Why am I lookin at her so intently?*
Logan all at once, tried to pull his gaze away, but failed. As he looked, Ororo's gaze had drifted up his body, taking in his entire physique.
*What a body! Wait! What am I thinking?!*
Ororo shook her head. Where had that out of place thought come from? As she looked at Logan's face, she realized that he was staring at her intently. Ororo frowned.
"See something you're interested in Logan?" Ororo stated scowling with her hands on her hips.
"Maybe, I do darlin?"
Ororo's scowl deepened, and she began to stride the opposite way of the cafeteria door. The girl ran after Ororo, and grabbed her arm. The girl shook her head furiously, trying to pull Ororo back to where they were previously standing. Ororo reluctantly was pulled back, then the girl pointed to Logan then Ororo, making a gesture indicating that she wanted no trouble between them.
"You owe me an apology Logan."
"Could say da same fer ya."
"But you won't."
"I just did."
"Still waiting for my apology."
"Keep waiting."
"Logan!"
"Ya were lookin at me jus as hard darlin."
Suddenly Logan wanted this argument. He hadn't had a good one in a long time, and Ororo was holding her own. Plus somewhere deep down inside, so far he didn't recognize it, he wanted to hear her sweet alto voice. Though, her voice had gotten a little louder, she was still quite calm. Ororo sighed and shifted her weight.
"Logan how about a truce?"
*Damn! I wanted ya ta retaliate Ro, not call a damn truce! Ah well, gonna have ta bait Ms. Monroe mo often.*
"Logan."
"Yeah darlin."
"Don't call me that."
"Why not."
"Because."
"Because what darlin?"
Ororo's eyes flashed a dangerous white, and Logan huffed and folded his arms over his chest.
*She's good*.
"Alright Ro," he said slightly agitated. He hadn't meant to make her mad, only goad her into a good argument.
"No more fighting in front of the girl." Ororo stated.
Neither noticed how the girl looked at them as if she was a little more than upset about this comment.
"We need ta give da kid a name."
"Yes, we were discussing that."
"Discussing?" Logan looked curious.
"I'll tell you later Logan."
"So lets give this kid a name."
"Honey, you tell us if you like it or not."
The girl nodded, and Ororo started.
"How about Kelly."
She nodded no.
"Brittany." Logan thought
Once again no.
The girl looked at Ororo as if telling her something.
"Okay honey."
"What did she say?" Logan asked.
"That we should just call names, and she'll stop us if she likes it."
"Got it."
"Mickey."
"Amber."
"Jennifer."
"Alex."
"Rose."
"Shirley."
"Misty."
"Chi."
She stopped Logan.
"Ya like that one?" Logan asked.
She nodded no, and then looked at Ororo.
"Logan, she just wants us to come up with a name that is different and unique like her."
"How do ya know all this?" Logan asked pointing to the kid, and taken aback by Ororo's skill to interpret the girl's thoughts.
"I just do Logan. We'll talk about that later. Now lets see if we can find her a name."
The girl then stopped them and gestured them to come forward. They did.
"What is it kid?" Logan looked at the girl.
She suddenly pulled of her shades and opened her eyes.
Logan and Ororo were shocked speechless.
She had a blue and green eye, that showed all the emotion that she would let seep out. But what was the weirdest was that her eyes did not have regular pupils, but instead there was the colorings of each eye, and in the middle were swirls. Swirls that looked as if they could hypnotize someone to their death. Her eyebrows were pink with blue tips, and her eyelashes were long, plush and multicolored, though mostly purple. Ororo and Logan had never seen eyes like hers before. In their own way, they looked weirder than Remy's.
"Your Iris' are so different." Ororo said, careful not to hurt the girl's feelings.
"Logan looked at the girl and said, how bout we call ya Iris?"
The girl jumped up and hugged Logan fiercely, then Ororo for giving Logan the idea.
"So Iris, are you hungry?" Ororo said, while walking towards the cafeteria door.
She shook her head, while pushing Logan toward the door.
"Just try and fit in, and let us know if you have any problems, me and Logan will protect you Iris."
Ororo spoke to Iris while opening the door to the noisy cafeteria. Iris and Logan winced lightly at the noise emitting from the cafeteria. They both had heightened hearing, though Logan's was more sensitive than Iris'. As the trio walked in, most people got quite, then the entire cafeteria was silent; all eyes on Iris. She then heard the whispers, the pointing, then came the laughing and snickering. Iris was never one to take any of these in stride, and Ororo had to back away as her hair began to static from Iris' raw power, and she raised her hand for her pole arm to appear. Before she could, Logan grabbed her hand and shook his head. Iris complied.
"Everyone, as you were!" Ororo screamed, agitated that Iris was being treated this way.
As the trio walked over to a corner table, Jubilee walked up.
"Hey Professor Storm, Mr. Logan."
"Hi Jubilee." Ororo nodded and smiled at her.
"Hey Jubes." Logan huffed.
"Who's this?" Jubilee asked, looking at Iris.
"Jubilee, this is Iris. She will be attending at the school for the gifted from now on." Ororo smiled looking at the girl.
"Oh cool, welcome to Mutant High Iris!" Jubilee held out her hand. I'm Jubilation Lee, everyone just calls me Jubilee.
Iris shook the girl's hand and smiled. First kid that hadn't treated her like shit.
"Ok Professor's {even though Logan isn't one} see ya later in class, Iris see ya round.
"Before they could take two steps however, Marie, Bobby, and John appeared.
"Hey Storm, Logan. Marie chided.
"Hello Marie, Bobby, and John."
"Hey kid what's up?"
"Nothin' much, and a good day tah you too Miss Storm."
"Who's the new girl Professor Storm?" John asked.
As he said this Bobby winked at her from behind Marie. When he smiled at her, she frowned at shook her head.
"This is Iris." Ororo said, as Iris bowed slightly.
"I'm Marie, my names Bobby, John," they all said one after the other.
She smiled slightly and nodded her head.
"Don't talk much do ya." It was more a statement than a question John had stated.
Logan took the offensive.
"Hey kid, if she doesn't want ta talk, she doesn't have ta!"
"Logan please." Ororo slid her hand around his arm and squeezed it slightly.
Marie looked amused, Bobby curious, and John surprised.
"Look kids, its just that she can't talk, and I don't want her treated no different 'cause of it." Logan huffed and looked at his arm, where Ororo still had a good grip, he smirked, but told her nothing.
"We will take our leave of you now." Ororo stated, nodded to the trio, turned with Logan, followed by Iris, and walked to the table. Only when they were seated, did Ororo let go of Logan, to his slight agitation.
"Hey Ro, we go get somethin?" Logan asked.
"I'll bring ya somethin back Iris, if it's a'ight wit ya?"
Iris nodded. Both Logan and Ororo then got up, and began walking towards the very crowded food line. They were going to be awhile.
Iris looked around, and noticed a lot of the kids were looking at her.
*What the hell are they looking at?! *
So in her thoughts, she did not she the auburn haired Cajun come and quietly sit down beside her.
Bonjour chere." Came the heavily accented voice of Remy Lebeau.
Iris nodded, but did not smile, or turn her head to see him.
"You lookz down in da dump chere."
She nodded no.
"My name Remy Lebeau."
She held out her hand, and Remy took it and kissed it slightly. He looked up expecting to see a red-faced girl, but what he got was a stoned-faced woman. Remy then let her hand go.
"Forgive Remy chere. He has been rude."
He went to stand, but was gripped by his lengthy jacket, and pulled back down into the chair.
"What tiz it chere?" Remy looked at her from behind his shades, only to meet hers.
Iris pointed to his mouth, touched hers and shook her head.
"Can you not speak chere?"
She dropped her gaze. Remy pulled up a seat next to her and patted her hand softly.
"Tiz a'ight chere. Diz iz not goin to stop mah from bein ya mon ami." Remy looked at her thoughtfully.
"Besidez, ya will be tha only lady here ta rezizt Remy's charmz, besidez Stormy."
Iris quirked an eyebrow he could not see, and laughed. Iris looked around for the first time, and noticed most of all the girls in the cafeteria were giving her death glares. She began to cry from laughter. She reached up and wiped the crimson tear from eye before Remy could see its color.
"You tink dat'z funny une amie!" Remy shouted as he reached over and began tickling her. She laughed and swatted at him playfully as they tumbled out the chairs. For the first time, Iris didn't care about all the stares she was getting. Remy had a sense of humor, something she sorely needed in her life right now. Normally, when someone reached out to touch her, she would have taken the defensive, and moved out of their reach, but she didn't and she didn't know why. As they rolled on the floor, she stopped when their faces were only a hairs breath away. They were both shocked, not by closeness, but because, both of their shades had fallen off.
Remy was speechless. Those big blue and green eyes, were beautiful. Those swirls, he could not help but look into her eyes. The swirls were swirling, but he dodn't know why.
"Wow!" was all Iris could think, Remy's eyes were red. Red! They had black lines around them. Red on black, how weird, but they were the objects of beauty, nonetheless.
"Belle!" (beautiful) Remy said as he reached down his hand and helped her to her feet. She nodded her head "Thanks", and sat.
Iris pointed to his eyes and nodded, as if complying with what he had said about her eyes about his.
"Oh no my une amie (dear friend). Remy's eyes not pre'ty. Eyez have a'ways scared people my une amie.
Iris shook her head furiously, pointed around the cafetria, and scowled pointed to Remy's eyes and smiled.
"You s'rious une amie?" Remy had never been told his eyes were beautiful before, not even by Stormy. He was told they were scary, devilish etc, but beautiful.
Just then Ororo and Logan walked up, carrying three trays of food.
"Hey Stormy, Logan." Remy said in his normal accented voice.
"Hello Remy, how have you been?" Ororo asked, while Logan grunted and nodded.
"Been fine Stormy, and Bonjour ta you to Logan."
"I've been quite well. I see you met our latest addition to the school. Remy Lebeau, meet Iris. Ororo was standing between the two, and smiling.
"Glad dat we get off on right foot Iriz." He kissed her hand again as he said her name with his heavy accent.
She bowed slightly and smiled, pinching under his chin with her thumb and pointer finger fingernails.
"Hey!" Remy said rubbing his chin.
"Iriz iz one ta play gamez eh?"
She shook her head and laughed.
"Well my mon petit chere amie (small darling friend), Stormy, Logan, az much az I hate ta, Remy mus' bid ya'll farewell for now." Remy bowed slightly and left.
"See ya've met our local bayou rat." Logan laughed as he dug into his food.
Iris laughed at his comment, knowing he was only playing.
"He is a true friend to have Iris." Ororo said while tasting some of her food.
Iris looked the way Remy had left, and smiled, while drinking the dark liquid called Dr. Pepper.
Ororo, Logan, and the girl walked down the hall. As they went the girl would occasionally stop and point to something, Logan and Ororo complying; telling her what was behind closed doors, or down corridors. When they stopped at a particular door, the girl stopped and raised a curious eyebrow, even though her shades were on.
"Oh, we are going to the cafeteria," Ororo said, though she could not see the girl's curious look.
"Figured ya'd be hungry kind, know I am," Logan huffed.
"Are you hungry.umm. What is your name?"
Logan looked at Ororo, then at the girl. Ororo was right. The kid didn't have a name, or she would have least found something to write it down for them.
"Hey kid, ya really don't have a name." Logan said coming to stand in front of her.
The girl looked up, pointed to her head, and shook her head no. Its not that she didn't have a name, it was that she could not remember it. Ororo looked thoughtfully.
"How about we give you a name young lady." Ororo came to stand next to Logan, brushing up against his arm. Logan looked at her through the corner of his eye. Her hair was loose, framing her brown-skinned face beautifully. With her back slightly to Logan, he took the opportunity to check out Ororo's ass. He smirked, as he realized how good she fitted leather. True, he had never seen another woman fit leather the way she could, filling out every nook and space. He looked back at her face, and saw that the Ororo was smiling warmly at the girl, as they seemed to be communicating between each other in someway. He looked at her, and a smile almost threatened to creep to his lips for reasons unknown
*What da hell! Why am I lookin at her so intently?*
Logan all at once, tried to pull his gaze away, but failed. As he looked, Ororo's gaze had drifted up his body, taking in his entire physique.
*What a body! Wait! What am I thinking?!*
Ororo shook her head. Where had that out of place thought come from? As she looked at Logan's face, she realized that he was staring at her intently. Ororo frowned.
"See something you're interested in Logan?" Ororo stated scowling with her hands on her hips.
"Maybe, I do darlin?"
Ororo's scowl deepened, and she began to stride the opposite way of the cafeteria door. The girl ran after Ororo, and grabbed her arm. The girl shook her head furiously, trying to pull Ororo back to where they were previously standing. Ororo reluctantly was pulled back, then the girl pointed to Logan then Ororo, making a gesture indicating that she wanted no trouble between them.
"You owe me an apology Logan."
"Could say da same fer ya."
"But you won't."
"I just did."
"Still waiting for my apology."
"Keep waiting."
"Logan!"
"Ya were lookin at me jus as hard darlin."
Suddenly Logan wanted this argument. He hadn't had a good one in a long time, and Ororo was holding her own. Plus somewhere deep down inside, so far he didn't recognize it, he wanted to hear her sweet alto voice. Though, her voice had gotten a little louder, she was still quite calm. Ororo sighed and shifted her weight.
"Logan how about a truce?"
*Damn! I wanted ya ta retaliate Ro, not call a damn truce! Ah well, gonna have ta bait Ms. Monroe mo often.*
"Logan."
"Yeah darlin."
"Don't call me that."
"Why not."
"Because."
"Because what darlin?"
Ororo's eyes flashed a dangerous white, and Logan huffed and folded his arms over his chest.
*She's good*.
"Alright Ro," he said slightly agitated. He hadn't meant to make her mad, only goad her into a good argument.
"No more fighting in front of the girl." Ororo stated.
Neither noticed how the girl looked at them as if she was a little more than upset about this comment.
"We need ta give da kid a name."
"Yes, we were discussing that."
"Discussing?" Logan looked curious.
"I'll tell you later Logan."
"So lets give this kid a name."
"Honey, you tell us if you like it or not."
The girl nodded, and Ororo started.
"How about Kelly."
She nodded no.
"Brittany." Logan thought
Once again no.
The girl looked at Ororo as if telling her something.
"Okay honey."
"What did she say?" Logan asked.
"That we should just call names, and she'll stop us if she likes it."
"Got it."
"Mickey."
"Amber."
"Jennifer."
"Alex."
"Rose."
"Shirley."
"Misty."
"Chi."
She stopped Logan.
"Ya like that one?" Logan asked.
She nodded no, and then looked at Ororo.
"Logan, she just wants us to come up with a name that is different and unique like her."
"How do ya know all this?" Logan asked pointing to the kid, and taken aback by Ororo's skill to interpret the girl's thoughts.
"I just do Logan. We'll talk about that later. Now lets see if we can find her a name."
The girl then stopped them and gestured them to come forward. They did.
"What is it kid?" Logan looked at the girl.
She suddenly pulled of her shades and opened her eyes.
Logan and Ororo were shocked speechless.
She had a blue and green eye, that showed all the emotion that she would let seep out. But what was the weirdest was that her eyes did not have regular pupils, but instead there was the colorings of each eye, and in the middle were swirls. Swirls that looked as if they could hypnotize someone to their death. Her eyebrows were pink with blue tips, and her eyelashes were long, plush and multicolored, though mostly purple. Ororo and Logan had never seen eyes like hers before. In their own way, they looked weirder than Remy's.
"Your Iris' are so different." Ororo said, careful not to hurt the girl's feelings.
"Logan looked at the girl and said, how bout we call ya Iris?"
The girl jumped up and hugged Logan fiercely, then Ororo for giving Logan the idea.
"So Iris, are you hungry?" Ororo said, while walking towards the cafeteria door.
She shook her head, while pushing Logan toward the door.
"Just try and fit in, and let us know if you have any problems, me and Logan will protect you Iris."
Ororo spoke to Iris while opening the door to the noisy cafeteria. Iris and Logan winced lightly at the noise emitting from the cafeteria. They both had heightened hearing, though Logan's was more sensitive than Iris'. As the trio walked in, most people got quite, then the entire cafeteria was silent; all eyes on Iris. She then heard the whispers, the pointing, then came the laughing and snickering. Iris was never one to take any of these in stride, and Ororo had to back away as her hair began to static from Iris' raw power, and she raised her hand for her pole arm to appear. Before she could, Logan grabbed her hand and shook his head. Iris complied.
"Everyone, as you were!" Ororo screamed, agitated that Iris was being treated this way.
As the trio walked over to a corner table, Jubilee walked up.
"Hey Professor Storm, Mr. Logan."
"Hi Jubilee." Ororo nodded and smiled at her.
"Hey Jubes." Logan huffed.
"Who's this?" Jubilee asked, looking at Iris.
"Jubilee, this is Iris. She will be attending at the school for the gifted from now on." Ororo smiled looking at the girl.
"Oh cool, welcome to Mutant High Iris!" Jubilee held out her hand. I'm Jubilation Lee, everyone just calls me Jubilee.
Iris shook the girl's hand and smiled. First kid that hadn't treated her like shit.
"Ok Professor's {even though Logan isn't one} see ya later in class, Iris see ya round.
"Before they could take two steps however, Marie, Bobby, and John appeared.
"Hey Storm, Logan. Marie chided.
"Hello Marie, Bobby, and John."
"Hey kid what's up?"
"Nothin' much, and a good day tah you too Miss Storm."
"Who's the new girl Professor Storm?" John asked.
As he said this Bobby winked at her from behind Marie. When he smiled at her, she frowned at shook her head.
"This is Iris." Ororo said, as Iris bowed slightly.
"I'm Marie, my names Bobby, John," they all said one after the other.
She smiled slightly and nodded her head.
"Don't talk much do ya." It was more a statement than a question John had stated.
Logan took the offensive.
"Hey kid, if she doesn't want ta talk, she doesn't have ta!"
"Logan please." Ororo slid her hand around his arm and squeezed it slightly.
Marie looked amused, Bobby curious, and John surprised.
"Look kids, its just that she can't talk, and I don't want her treated no different 'cause of it." Logan huffed and looked at his arm, where Ororo still had a good grip, he smirked, but told her nothing.
"We will take our leave of you now." Ororo stated, nodded to the trio, turned with Logan, followed by Iris, and walked to the table. Only when they were seated, did Ororo let go of Logan, to his slight agitation.
"Hey Ro, we go get somethin?" Logan asked.
"I'll bring ya somethin back Iris, if it's a'ight wit ya?"
Iris nodded. Both Logan and Ororo then got up, and began walking towards the very crowded food line. They were going to be awhile.
Iris looked around, and noticed a lot of the kids were looking at her.
*What the hell are they looking at?! *
So in her thoughts, she did not she the auburn haired Cajun come and quietly sit down beside her.
Bonjour chere." Came the heavily accented voice of Remy Lebeau.
Iris nodded, but did not smile, or turn her head to see him.
"You lookz down in da dump chere."
She nodded no.
"My name Remy Lebeau."
She held out her hand, and Remy took it and kissed it slightly. He looked up expecting to see a red-faced girl, but what he got was a stoned-faced woman. Remy then let her hand go.
"Forgive Remy chere. He has been rude."
He went to stand, but was gripped by his lengthy jacket, and pulled back down into the chair.
"What tiz it chere?" Remy looked at her from behind his shades, only to meet hers.
Iris pointed to his mouth, touched hers and shook her head.
"Can you not speak chere?"
She dropped her gaze. Remy pulled up a seat next to her and patted her hand softly.
"Tiz a'ight chere. Diz iz not goin to stop mah from bein ya mon ami." Remy looked at her thoughtfully.
"Besidez, ya will be tha only lady here ta rezizt Remy's charmz, besidez Stormy."
Iris quirked an eyebrow he could not see, and laughed. Iris looked around for the first time, and noticed most of all the girls in the cafeteria were giving her death glares. She began to cry from laughter. She reached up and wiped the crimson tear from eye before Remy could see its color.
"You tink dat'z funny une amie!" Remy shouted as he reached over and began tickling her. She laughed and swatted at him playfully as they tumbled out the chairs. For the first time, Iris didn't care about all the stares she was getting. Remy had a sense of humor, something she sorely needed in her life right now. Normally, when someone reached out to touch her, she would have taken the defensive, and moved out of their reach, but she didn't and she didn't know why. As they rolled on the floor, she stopped when their faces were only a hairs breath away. They were both shocked, not by closeness, but because, both of their shades had fallen off.
Remy was speechless. Those big blue and green eyes, were beautiful. Those swirls, he could not help but look into her eyes. The swirls were swirling, but he dodn't know why.
"Wow!" was all Iris could think, Remy's eyes were red. Red! They had black lines around them. Red on black, how weird, but they were the objects of beauty, nonetheless.
"Belle!" (beautiful) Remy said as he reached down his hand and helped her to her feet. She nodded her head "Thanks", and sat.
Iris pointed to his eyes and nodded, as if complying with what he had said about her eyes about his.
"Oh no my une amie (dear friend). Remy's eyes not pre'ty. Eyez have a'ways scared people my une amie.
Iris shook her head furiously, pointed around the cafetria, and scowled pointed to Remy's eyes and smiled.
"You s'rious une amie?" Remy had never been told his eyes were beautiful before, not even by Stormy. He was told they were scary, devilish etc, but beautiful.
Just then Ororo and Logan walked up, carrying three trays of food.
"Hey Stormy, Logan." Remy said in his normal accented voice.
"Hello Remy, how have you been?" Ororo asked, while Logan grunted and nodded.
"Been fine Stormy, and Bonjour ta you to Logan."
"I've been quite well. I see you met our latest addition to the school. Remy Lebeau, meet Iris. Ororo was standing between the two, and smiling.
"Glad dat we get off on right foot Iriz." He kissed her hand again as he said her name with his heavy accent.
She bowed slightly and smiled, pinching under his chin with her thumb and pointer finger fingernails.
"Hey!" Remy said rubbing his chin.
"Iriz iz one ta play gamez eh?"
She shook her head and laughed.
"Well my mon petit chere amie (small darling friend), Stormy, Logan, az much az I hate ta, Remy mus' bid ya'll farewell for now." Remy bowed slightly and left.
"See ya've met our local bayou rat." Logan laughed as he dug into his food.
Iris laughed at his comment, knowing he was only playing.
"He is a true friend to have Iris." Ororo said while tasting some of her food.
Iris looked the way Remy had left, and smiled, while drinking the dark liquid called Dr. Pepper.