HI! I would like to apologise immensely for the lateness of last chapter and I can only say that I am so grateful to all of my loyal, faithful reviewers; I don't know why you stick with me but I'm hellishly glad you all do! An extra-special apology for lateness to Jessie6612 and to make up for it; this chapter is dedicated to YOU! Please enjoy!
Forgot to mention; check out the number we're on! WE'RE IN DOUBLE DIGITS PEOPLE! HAHA! Just thought I'd mention that…lol. Also I've decided – the Chapter title is from now on going to be quotes from the story…try and guess whom it is who says them!
Key:
"…" Speech
'…' Thoughts
(…) Extra information
Songs are in bold
Emphasised words are in italic
If this – is put after words it means an interruption
Chapter 11
VvV 'The Hand of God' VvV
Tuesday, school; break-timeThe freaks of Bayville High lounged in their usual spot underneath the shade of the huge oak that towered above the school; their area was one to be avoided and people did so rightly, although a few glances still made their way over.
Leaning back on her elbows to soak in the sun that seeped through the tree branches, Rogue sighed wistfully, thinking dreamily to herself.
VvV Flashback VvV
Closed. Her eyes wouldn't open for anything…let alone anyone. Would he be there? Would he still be lying there? Who knew?
…There was only one way to find out…
Rogue turned on her side and slowly opened one eye before the other opened wide in shock.
VvV End VvV
Feeling somebody nudging her with their elbow, Rogue opened her eyes but Wanda didn't pay the girl the blindest bit of attention and apparently seemed to be immersed in her homework. But Wanda subtly looked at Rogue so nobody else noticed and nodded slightly, causing Rogue to look in the direction indicated.
There he was…just as she remembered him…only, the memory had to be better, and Rogue cocked her head to one side, fondly smiling over it all.
VvV Flashback VvV
He slept like a baby. Watching the man sleep was the most exhilarating thing Rogue had ever experienced in her life; she couldn't help herself and couldn't stop herself from blissfully gazing at his sleeping face, so calm and peaceful in the dim light filtering through her thin, lace curtains. It was times like these that Rogue thanked her mother for being insistent on femininity. This way she could watch him closely, admiring his every feature.
Such a rugged jaw line that felt so smooth to touch, so tantalising that Rogue couldn't help but stroke it deftly with one finger, oblivious of the smile that lightly crept across his lips. She herself smiling, almost giggling at the ticklish sensation his unshaven; bristly goatee gave her finger. And it was then that she caught his smile and Rogue was unable to resist the temptation and found herself, with her finger, outlining those soft lips that could deliver such rough, delicious kisses.
It was then that he signalled he was awake by softly kissing her fingertip, opening his eyes slowly to find hers, and Rogue found herself almost laughing in delight…he was pleased to see her.
The feeling was mutual.
Without a hint or signal, the man suddenly lunged forward, covering Rogue with his body as he nuzzled his nose into her neck, laughing at Rogue's squeals in such a way that Rogue had never heard before and she enjoyed it. Pulling back, the girl surveyed his face with a curious intent on her face and lightly placed a hand on his cheek to pull him down, kissing his lips delicately.
They both pulled back to peer at one another and Rogue found him leaning back down. Expectant of another rough, passionate, fiery kiss, Rogue was shocked when all she received was a firm, yet meaningful kiss.
Short but sweet.
Unable to hold himself back, the man laughed again, staring down at Rogue with such a look in his eye. "Rogue…" softly, he whispered her name and smiled: genuinely happy.
She couldn't help but reply… "Remy…"
VvV End VvV
As the sunshine splashed over him, lighting the man up as he laughed, throwing the ball to Roberto, Remy shook his hair from his face and caught someone watching him.
One quick turn and he found himself captivated in Rogue's gaze. Unable to resist, Remy smiled in such a pure manner that Rogue just had to return the gesture, but when he heard his name called, Remy turned away as though the moment had never existed…a wink being his only acknowledgement.
VvV Flashback VvV
"Y' know we can' tell anyone…"
"Ya," sighing as she watched Remy, Rogue almost wished he wouldn't put his boxers back on…it was like saying that it had never happened. But it was the only way it would work. "Yahre with ya group ahn ah…"
"Y' friends don' like Remy…we both know dat Rogue."
Saying her name though…it was like a taboo and both Southerners looked away, unable to contemplate what they were doing. Rogue dealt with it the only way possible and snorted, avoiding his face entirely, "ya…ahn y'all got Belladonna. Ah don' even stand a chance," but even though she tried to mock him, Rogue just couldn't stop herself from sighing. "Wah Rem?"
And he looked at her. Frowning, Remy was both shocked and moved by what Rogue had called him – sure they'd had nicknames but not a sentimental one…
"Remy ain' ever gonna pretend dis didn' happen…" sitting on Rogue's bed was to try to get close to her and when Rogue moved away the man simply pulled her onto his lap roughly, smirking when she attempted to wriggle away. Embarrassed by her lack of clothing, Rogue tried to get back under the covers, but Remy wasn't having any of it and picked the girl up in his arms, standing in the middle of Rogue's bedroom, only to twirl his naked prize delightedly in his arms. "An' Remy don' want y' t' either. Y' don' have t' be ashamed, Cherie…Remy seen it all now," and with a growl Remy dumped Rogue back on her bed, diving on the girl to once again bury his face in the crook of her neck.
"Get off meh!" giggled the Goth, pushing Remy violently until he rolled off, consenting to lying next to Rogue. "Ah won't fohrget it Rem…ahn ah ain't gonna pretend neithah…"
"Well-"
Sighing, Rogue began to get dressed, ignoring Remy who sat, blatantly watching her, "ah know; we can't tell anyone ahn we gotta act lahke we still hate each othah ahn all. But then again," giving the man one of her infamous, sceptical looks, Rogue dogged Remy up, "that ain't gonna be hard reallah, now is it?"
"Who're y' trying t' kid, Chere; y' know y' can' resist ol' Remy!" and with that the man stood up, flexing his muscles as he gradually backed towards the door.
Rogue however, beat him to it and, opening her bedroom door, the girl gave Remy one last look up and down and – teasingly running her finger up his chest – suddenly pushed Remy backwards out of the door. Before she closed the door on him though, the Goth smirked, "oh, ah think that won' be ta hard…"
And with that Remy gave her a winning smirk and a wink before the girl closed the door on his face.
VvV End VvV
Sighing, Rogue lay on the ground, unable to hold back a smile that graced her lips. No matter what happened, she'd always remember that night that they shared…and, as he himself smiled secretively, Remy knew he would too.
When two became one…
VvVvVvV
Lunchtime, Freaks Area"Betsy!" a voice loudly exclaimed and the whole gang turned around to eye up a familiar figure.
"Look who it is…" muttered Rogue with a foul scowl and a snarling twist of her upper lip. Meanwhile, Wanda was standing as though facing off the girl whilst members of the gang stayed seated, raising from conversation and the likes to suspiciously eye the girl heading in their direction.
But before anyone could make a sound, Betsy herself stood and walked towards the girl nearing the gang, "Emma!" she likewise cried, giving the girl a short hug only to pull back, clasping Emma's hands whilst the girls kissed each others' cheeks in a very formal greeting. "Why Emma, how delightful to see you!"
'Slag…' was the thought resounding in her head as she turned to kiss Emma's other cheek.
"You look fabulous!" the blonde replied, ignoring the glares she was receiving from the Goths, 'bitch…' was the thought focussed solely on in her own mind. "Long time no see, hm?" stepping back to smile brightly, Emma clasped both hands together in front of herself and looked behind Betsy innocently. "Lorna with you I see? Your parents told mine all about you moving up here with Lorna to live with her father?"
"Mmm…" grimacing, Betsy watched Emma curiously, "how did you and your parents find the rest of their stay in England?"
"Fabulous thanks! London was fantastic, although I couldn't wait to come back; missed everybody," and the girl gestured behind her to a recognisable group of people lounging on tables. "I've heard some interesting things about you though!"
Frowning, Betsy placed a hand on her hip whilst shaking her hair from her face, before – noticing somebody waving – she blew a kiss to that someone behind Emma. At Betsy's cheeky wave, Emma turned with raised eyebrows only to catch Warren's eye and the boy gave both girls a final nod of the head before turning back to his friends. Both girls faced off again, the tension between them now more noticeable than ever, "oh yeh? What kinda things, luv?" Betsy finished sarcastically, raising both eyebrows in a rather intimidating manner.
However, Emma Frost – prep she may be – was not easily intimidated and she simply gave Betsy a cold look that caused the violet haired girl to scowl. "I'll see ya round, Betsy."
"Look forward to it, Emma." Watching the cold blonde off of her territory, Betsy snarled, gradually being approached by Lorna and the other members of her group.
"Well that was civil…" was all Lorna could say.
Rogue however was horrified, "you know her!"
"Her parents travelled to England for several months and stayed with my family; we're old family friends. We got to know one another but I discovered that she was more interested in my twin, Brian, than me."
"Twin!" exclaimed Wanda, "oh wait…the one you told us about at dinner?" at Betsy's nod Wanda shrugged and looked at Rogue who was feeling very confused; a look passed between the two that they'd talk later and the topic resumed on the young Miss Frost.
"What a complete bitch…I hate that cow."
"You can't help but respect her a tad though…or…maybe not…" cowering under the gaze of Betsy, Rogue and Wanda, Tabitha shrugged at the question Rogue sent her way, "why? Simple; the girl isn't afraid of you lot one bit…and you gotta admit, she even challenges and stands up to you, Rogue." At Rogue's admittance of this, Tabby smiled and was relieved as the girls turned their attention from her to take their seats.
From a distanceDavid eyed up the interaction between the prep and Goth in curiosity, doubting his own previous thoughts. Unable to get the image of Emma Frost's smirk from his mind after the locker incident with Betsy, David frowned – maybe things weren't how the boy saw them and…maybe it was his imagination. Turning back to his friends was all David could think of doing and suddenly an idea formed in his mind.
Kitty was always good with these issues.
"Kitty?" a questioning noise was all the girl replied with as she delved deep into her science books, and David peered elsewhere thoughtfully. "Are you any good with dilemmas involving two quite hard headed girls?"
Frustrated, Kitty looked up in confusion. "What? Look David, I'm like, completely bummed – I have to finish this extra assignment off, it's really important and has to be handed in like…in two days!" the girl exclaimed in shock before burying down again, "I don't have time for this."
Her boyfriend sighed, eyeing the girl before whispering to David, "she have inspection on her work, da? Mooch pressure; zey sink (think) she work too hard for age…" glancing towards Kitty who was glaring at her work, Piotr lowered his voice. "Zer is inspection on how well she do…"
"Oh for God's sake!" Kitty burst out, standing up, clutching her books to her chest, "would you just shut up!" Brushing her bangs from her face impatiently, the girl explained, "I'm having an inspection; if they think I'm not coping I'll be moved down a grade, alright! No Piotr," and as the boy attempted to persuade Kitty to sit down, she simply batted Piotr's hands away, "leave me alone…I just want to be alone," insisted the youngest person on the table as everybody else looked worried.
And with that Kitty walked away, leaving Piotr to sit down, contemplating what on earth he had done wrong; so caught up in his own faults that the boy didn't notice as Lance Alvers ran after his girlfriend, looking genuinely concerned.
Over with the Freaks"When will that boy learn? She's taken, so he bettah make his move or quit playing around…"
Nodding wisely whilst Rogue shook her head in disdain, Tabby put her input in, which was – per usual – less than helpful, "yeh…but wouldn't it be awesome if they had a fight! Piotr would kick Lance's ass!"
"If he fought back." Attempting to imitate a trick John had shown her, Wanda gave up and winced, nursing the small burn she received for her stupidity of trying to copy 'Pyro'. "All the big guy would have to do would be to hold out one hand and Lance couldn't get anywhere near him."
"Like the hand of God…" John input, receiving curious glances. "Y' know; Lance would go for it and hit and punch and hit and punch," doing the movements as he spoke, John then stood up and outstretched one arm comically. "But all Piotr would have to do is just put out a hand and push the guy away." Improvising, the boy did his example on Lorna as she walked past him but shrunk back, smiling cheekily as she glared, raising her eyebrows, thoroughly unimpressed.
"What on earth are you lot talking about?"
"Lance is after Kitty again…" and, thinking upon what she had just said, Betsy gazed at Lorna maliciously, "talking of Lance…what happened at the party?"
Too caught up in looking for Piotr, Lorna shrugged, "huh?" finally finding the boy, Lorna practically ignored Betsy as the girl repeated herself and headed over the grass towards the lunch tables. "Nothing…"
"Nothing?" repeated Betsy as she watched her cousin walk off, "I wouldn't call a kiss nothing."
Standing to watch her stepsister as Lorna greeted Piotr, Wanda sighed, "but then again it was only one kiss…and a drunken mistake at that. Kitty was much worse." When questioned about it by Betsy – who had missed what Wanda was talking about due to spending some 'quality time' with Warren – Wanda just smirked, "unfortunately I missed the display myself due to a little nap I indulged in, however, Rogue informed me about it. They didn't just share one kiss. And they were both sober!"
"Ooh! Better than that!" joined in Tabby, giggling in excitement; "she scored! And I was there watching and they weren't just any old kisses; there was passion in them, my girl!"
"But she's still-"
"Dating Piotr…" sombrely nodding her head, Rogue looked up from her book at the girls who all stared at her avidly. "And he has no idea what his girlfriend has been up to…or what she is up to…"
They all laughed at that idea but even Tabby had to cut it short, "Na…he's a bloke, sure…but Lance ain't the type of guy to take advantage. She's been stressed out," continued Tabby at the interested looks, "well, you all know she was moved up a year due to high intelligence…but they're considering whether or not it was such a good idea. There's an inspection on her to see whether she'd benefit from moving down a grade. Course, the inspection itself is proving to be more stressful than the work." Sighing, Tabby shook her head dramatically, "there's just no getting through to schools nowadays."
And with that she meandered off, heading in the direction of a familiar looking brunette whilst Rogue, Betsy, Wanda and Lorna all shared an intrigued look.
VvVvVvV
School, Period 6; 2:50pm"You wanna talk about it?"
"No…"
"You gonna?"
"Oy have a feeling we will, but not royght now."
"Well-"
Unfortunately, Wanda and John's conversation was cut short as a voice barked loud and clear over the classroom, "Maximoff, get on with your essay!"
Not perturbed however, Wanda tried again, "well-"
"In silence, Maximoff!"
The girl gave evils to her ICT teacher, but the man had simply turned his back and was ignorant of the look but fully aware as Wanda turned back to John again, "well-" she attempted for the third time…but no such luck.
"Third warning after school detention Miss Maximoff, get on with your essay in silence whilst I arrange it with your step-mother." And with that he left the room.
"Well!" exclaimed Wanda; turning as someone giggled about this news, only to make eye contact with Lexa Howlett, who stuck her tongue out in response to Wanda's scowl. "Anyways; like I was saying, I'm not gonna give up that easily, John…John…?"
But the boy was fast asleep on his desk and woke up with a yell as Wanda – earning the girl an unimpressed look as her teacher walked back in the classroom – hit him on the head. "This afternoon in the gym Miss Maximoff, ten past three." Was all he said in comment.
And with that news the bell rang out throughout the school, practically drowning out the teacher's insistence on 'finished essays tomorrow, period 2!'
Gym; 3:30pm"Thank you very much for your time Ladies and Gentlemen," growled the infamous Wolverine, eyeing his students as they hastily began to pack away, "you may leave…and I don't want to see your faces tomorrow."
"Does that mean I don't have to do PE tomorrow sir?"
With a snarl, Mr Howlett raised both eyebrows warningly and pointed to do the door, "get out Alvers." And as his students left, Logan allowed himself a small chuckle.
Laughing, the boy in mention barged his way out of the door, hastily stuffing his things into his jean pocket; namely a pen. "Wasn't too bad a torture today, huh?" Lance conversed with Wanda as she simply scowled in response, "besides, he says he doesn't want to see us again, but whenever I walk in the room I always get a warm welcome." Leaning on a set of lockers whilst Wanda fiddled with her own, Lance ran a hand through his hair, shaking it out of his eyes before giving Wanda a glance as she eyed him curiously.
Lining out her words cautiously, the girl chose the ones she felt would make the most effect and gradually drew the effort out of herself to state them out loud, "true…your always in there though. Anyone would think you're avoiding going home." It was almost a question, but Lance avoided the response, shrugging aimlessly.
But when Wanda shut and locked her locker again, the boy strode next to her, scuffing his shoes on the corridor floor almost in embarrassment, "why would you think that?"
"Hm…" was all Wanda could think to respond with and, waiting for Lance to unlock the doors on his jeep, she casually watched him for a while, playing with her options.
Leave it?
Talk about it?
The first was hardly an option – the desperation to know just what problems John might really be having that was causing him to stress out so much was getting to Wanda.
But talking about it? What would Lance do…refuse her a lift…avoid her or just not say a word about it all and pretend it never happened. Only one way to find out how he'd deal with it, and with that Wanda stepped up into the jeep, smiling as Lance held open the door for her and she waited patiently for him to drive out of the school gates before she opened her mouth again.
"Where is home?" and with that question finally out in the open, Lance silenced, turning the radio off completely to drive in dead quiet until the two got to a set of traffic lights.
"Home…it's complex. But John warned me you knew," glittering maliciously, Lance's eyes sought out Wanda's and the boy smirked, "told me about yours and Lexa's little escapade; gotta say I'm impressed. When you talk about going up against your step-mom, I never appreciated how far you'd go." But within moments he turned silent again, his face dark and moody. "It's just complex…"
"Busy?" Surprise was Lance's reaction to the question and when he shook his head Wanda simply turned on his indicator. "Well then, we can go to mine, I'll get mum to make you one of her infamous hot chocolates with all the extras and we can sit down and see just how complex it really is."
And with a smile Lance took a familiar route – having dropped his friends off home on numerous occasions – and was warmly welcomed into the Maximoff household by Wanda's – secretly very unhappy – welcoming stepmother. Ms. Darkholme knew Lance's face well enough: he'd been to see her enough times in school.
The other side of townThey weren't the only ones about to get down to some serious discussion.
Sat in his bedroom, David Xavier glanced from a piece of paper he held back to the screen of his phone. Looking between the two enough times had assured the boy that yes, the number was correct…it was just getting the courage to press that tiny green button that was stressing the boy out.
He replayed the image of Emma and Betsy's warm greeting over and over in his mind…but it kept on shifting to that moment when he caught that evil, satisfied expression on Emma Frost's face after the whole flag/locker incident…
To link the expression and incident was easy enough but the greeting just confused it all. Would two friends ever really do that to each other?
And then David thought about it; this was Emma Frost, a girl with a reputation who would do anything to not only maintain that but to destroy everyone else's prestige at the same time. David pressed the call button. On the other end of the line, a girl's voice spoke up and the boy replied, his expression set, "hello Betsy. This is David…"
There was something Emma Frost was known for publicly and didn't even bother to hide. She had a reputation for it too…for being the school's biggest – and best – two-faced bitch.
End of ChapterHaha! I REALLY enjoyed writing this chapter, mainly the start: how corny can ya get? But I hope you all enjoyed it… Please tell! And for those that didn't get the quote (it was mainly to clarify) they had SEX! ROMY sex and all! Where will it lead though? Please review! Desperate for those five reviews so that I can put next chapter up! Don't forget to guess about the chapter's title and who quoted it! .x.