Androids and Bad Boys

Storm stared at herself in the mirror after putting on her tightest fitting top and lowest rising jeans. She'd spent hours getting ready for her next encounter with Remy. Maybe if she could keep his attention this way, she wouldn't have to relive the humiliation she'd experienced the last time she tried to speak to him.

She'd taken quite a few minutes to gather the courage to talk to him when she had seen him in the library, stalking around the aisles, pretending to be interested in foreign titles and acted casually surprised to see him studying quietly.

"Having fun?" She whispered, sitting across from him.

"A shitload, lemme tell you." He answered lowly, without missing a beat. He glanced up at her and smirked when he heard her giggle. She peeked over at his paper, trying to keep from sighing when the scent of his hair rose to her.

"What're you working on?"

"Math. Statistics."

"Wow! Really? That's a high math." Gambit laughed, hearing the genuine shock in her tone.

"Hm. Well, don' be too impressed, chere."

"Why not?"

" 'm failin'. Dat's th'only reason Gambit up here, believe me." He answered. Storm shrugged. She could care less. The fact that he took failing a course with such nonchalance only enticed her further.

"Do you need a study buddy? I'm pretty killer at subtraction, I must say." He chuckled again.

"I think you got your own studyin' to do, chere."

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't." She hinted. Remy looked up suddenly, and she almost flinched.

"Well, I do. Get, Stormy. I got enough distractions without a weather goddess tryna tempt me."

She shuddered at the memory. He'd looked her dead in the face when he'd said that. "Get"? He had dismissed her as if she were twelve instead of seventeen. Almost eighteen! She shook her head. That wasn't going to happen again. She'd have his jaw hitting the floor today. Then it would just be a matter of reeling him in. She took a final glance at herself and used her hands to shake her hair before leaving to find him.

-break-

Scott sat in the courtyard, reading Return of the King for the third time. It was perfect outside, and just after classes, lovely leading conditions. He was just getting to Aragorn's last stand at the gates of Mordor when he caught sight of the cause of his most recent aggravation. And he was sitting with the equally, if not more, annoying Wolverine. He squinted, getting a closer look at Gambit.

Frankly, he didn't understand Ororo's fascination with the man. He certainly had no appeal that he could see. Remy was tall…but then so was he. The Cajun had a good head of hair…but it wasn't as thick or dark, or nearly as neat as his. Though he would never admit it, this bothered him greatly. Scott believed himself to be considerably handsome, and it annoyed him greatly that Storm continuously gabbed about Remy as if he were some A-list celebrity. He sighed. Just then, he spotted Storm coming outside and quickly covered his face with his book before she could notice him. But minutes passed, and when there was no call of his name, or loud throat clearing, or any sign that she was to come over and disturb him, he eased some. He couldn't read though, his curiosity was nagging at him. Groaning, he reluctantly welcomed the distraction and watched the scene before him. She approached Logan and Remy oddly—hesitantly. And once she was in front of them, she took no time at all to lean over them suggestively.

"Oh God." Cyclops mumbled, Storm was, admittedly, extremely attractive in a physical sense, but he never figured that she would be the type to flaunt her body for male attention. He leaned over to get a better listen, but in vain. They were too far away, and there were too many people outside. He raised an eyebrow. Logan was smiling, but Remy looked upset… in fact, nearly outraged, but went calm again quickly before saying something he assumed was a dismissal. Storm stood and hurried away, and before Scott had anytime to react, he had made direct eye contact with her. Cyclops, in a desperate attempt, covered his face with the book again and turned himself in his chair, waiting for the inevitable.

"Too late, I've already seen you." Scott rolled his eyes once she finally reached him. "What are you doing out here?"

"Reading. But then, you know that." Scott answered impatiently.

"Oh yeah. Lord of the Rings. How could I have forgotten?" Storm said dully, sitting next to him.

"Is there a reason for this invasion of my personal time?" Scott asked, looking Storm directly in her face.

"You know, Scott, you've got to be the only male I know who has PMS. And it's oddly consistent, if I may add."

"Right," Scott interrupted, "So that's a 'no', then?" He said, standing.

"I need your help." She finally begged, tugging at his arm, "Please?"

Scott gritted his teeth together, knowing that he was in for a good fifteen minutes of nonsense about Remy. But she genuinely seemed in want of reassurance, so he decided to bite his tongue for now, and sat.

"I'm listening." He answered as harshly as his voice would allow. Storm didn't seem to care, though.

"He just shut me down. Again!" She continued like she hadn't heard him. "I mean, it wasn't even like last time, he looked like he was pissed that I was even trying to flirt with him!"

"Yeah, I saw." He mumbled his response.

"Really? Then can you tell me what the hell his problem is? You were watching, what did I do wrong?" Scott looked at her eager face with narrowed eyes.

"I didn't say I was watching, I said I saw. And I don't know what you said wrong, but I'm sure your little peep show and dressing up like a tramp didn't help matters." He answered. He opened his book again, waiting for her comeback when the back of Ororo's hand struck him with blinding force.

"Ahh!" he seethed, "Words!"

"You want me to use words?" She nearly yelled.

"Yes! Quieter words!" He answered, still clinging onto the right side of his face.

"How about these: Go fuck yourself, you son of a bitch." She hissed before storming off. Scott watched after her and glanced back at Remy before doing the same in the opposite direction.

TBC