A/n: Alright, at long last I am back! Things went screwy, that's the only way to describe my absence. Anyway, sorry.

Now, I would like to thank angyl-devyl for suggesting a couple. So this chapter is for you. To the rest of my readers, I would like to let you know that any and all couples ( excluding truly incestuous couples…ew) will be accepted. Slash, threesomes, orgy's, you name it, I will write about the people requested. For my own purposes, I will be turning the mansions inhabitants into sex crazed, hormone driven, whack jobs that live by the adage that any port in a storm will do. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, dance puppets, dance!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or any of the rights to anything related to the x-men…sigh.

Yawn

I hate English class. It's not that I'm bad at it, it's actually my best course, well, besides drama, or "Theatre studies" as they like to call it. Whatever. And it's not like I don't like Miss Monroe, she's a good teacher, it's just the whole analyzing thing. If I am going to read, I am reading because I want to be entertained, not because I want to try to figure out what in the hell an old guy ,who was too cowardly to actually come out and say what he wanted to say, was trying to say in a "literary classic"… wow, did that make any sense? Well, point is, I don't like analyzing, I don't like grammar, I don't like English.

Which is why I am not paying attention. It's not like I'd pay attention anyway, but my mind is kinda preoccupied with other things….one thing in particular. I mean, how is it even possible that Dr. Grey is able to do that with her mouth with out choking or… Uh-Oh. Ms. Monroe is looking at me, which means one of two things, she asked me a question or I'm in trouble. I'm willing to bet I was just asked a question… and I will soon be in trouble. Damn it.

Okay…uhhhhh, Rogue! Look to your best friend, she knows!

Alright, she is mouthing the words… I needa getta toe?… what?! Oh, Edgar Allen Poe!

" Uh, Edgar Allen Poe?"

Awwww, there's that look, I am so caught. Shit.

" Thank you, Rogue. Jubilation, I would like to see you after class."

Fuck, this is just not my day. Why does she have to use my full name? Ugh, this sucks!

"Fuck it, this sucks."

Oh no, I said that out loud, didn't I? God damn my lack of a censor!

" Pardon me?"

Groan, and she heard it too.

" Nothing Ms. Monroe, just… nothing."

Oh, nice going, you are such an idiot! Way to raise suspicion. I can hear their thoughts… no witty comeback, no protests, just nothing? Even the teacher's suspicious. Oh hell. I am so failing calculus. Shut up brain, shut up!

Well, would you look at that, a note. Written on lined paper and folded ever so complicatedly. I don't know why she does that, I can't open them to save my life, I always get caught while I'm trying to rip the damn things open with a pen or sharp something or other. I just don't have the patience. Well, what ever, I'm already in trouble, lets just see what this thing says.

Crinkle, crinkle…RIP….crinkle…RIP…

" Jubilation Lee!"

Do you think batting my lashes at her and smiling innocently will work?

"Yes?"

" What are you doing now?"

" Ummm….Would you believe me if I said that It wasn't me, but my evil twin from another dimension that is making those noises and you are hearing them from the other side of a tear in time?"

Rule of thumb, if you cannot convincingly lie, flirt or "dumb" your way out of a situation, make the person think you are crazy.

Hmmmmm, judging by the look, she's not buying it, damn.

Well, she's gone back to teaching the class anyway. Now, what does the note say?

What's with you today?

What's with me today? What's with me today!? Oh, I'll tell you what's with me today!

Wait … no I won't. I can't, I can't can't can't can't can't can't can't!

She's giving me that look now, that look that says " Are you gonna answer? You know you can't lie your way outta this with me. Tell me the truth or I will do something truly evil to you." You know, only in her voice with the southern drawl thing going. I'm so screwed. For a "southern lady", she can get quiet malicious in finding out what she wants to know. Not that I have ever been on the receiving end of that type of unpleasantness from her, but I have been witness to it.

Ugh, this is so not fair!

Ow! What the hell was that? She just threw a penny at my head! Rogue, my best friend, just inflicted bodily harm upon my person! Oh, this is so war.

OW! Quarters hurt. I think that one left a bruise. Screw it, time to bring out the big guns.

Wow. That was bright. I can't see. Well, apparently mutant generated fireworks + aerosol deodorant (axe body spray, it's not like Bobby's going to miss it) = bright blue, blinding flame . Do you think Ms. Monroe would believe that wasn't me? Maybe she missed it. I'm gonna say no…

" Jubilation Lee!"

" What? The smoking crater in the middle of the room has been here the entire class! Don't blame me for your lack of observation skills."

Oooooooooo…. That probably wasn't the smartest thing to say… wow, did it just get cold in here? I can see my breath…. Awwwww, shit! Nice going motor mouth.

" I would suggest you leave Jubilation, leave now. Perhaps a visit with Logan in the gym will do you some good?"

She's trying to kill me!

" But Ms. Mon…Leaving now."

Probably better for my health if I do. Oh, don't even look at me, so called best friend, this is so your fault. This is just not my day!

Is it just me, or are these halls getting longer? And more menacing? Where is everyone? I mean, it's a high school full of mutant kids, you would expect there to be some people in the halls. Oh, yeah, it's Wednesday afternoon, when Mr. Logan trains some of the older students in the danger room. Oh, shit, that means I have to go down there for my punishment, sonuvabitch! Maybe I should write my will on they way down there?

Ugh, get into the shiny, majorly high-tech, metal elevator. Press button B, wait and listen to insanely annoying musak. Why did they have that installed? It's not like it's a mall or anything.

Amuse self with corny jokes about the age of a certain professor, check nails, walk out of shiny, majorly high-tech, metal elevator. Walk down cold, sterile, metal hall… wait, is that music? It is. Wow, Mr. Logan never lets me play music in gym class, I mean, really, what does he have against Justin Timberlake? Those are some good pumping tunes! Wait, I know that song…what is it again? Oh, Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon! Point for me! Oh, ewwww, mental image! Damn the lovebirds and their hornyness!

Well, I guess I could always walk in on this session, because I know for a fact that both Pete and Warren are in this class…sweaty and shirtless. Mmmmmmm…What was I thinking about before, I can't remember…drool.

Alright, now, what is the code to get into this damn room… well, I've never been known for being patient, why start now? One firework special coming up!

Um, it's kinda dark and smoky in here. Oh, there's a spot light on. Mr. Logan must be demonstrating something for the class. Ooooo, look, he doesn't have a shirt on either. Yummy.

He's being awfully rough with his partner, I mean I'm pretty sure grunts like that mean someone's in pain…who is his partner anyway? Oh, Mr. Wagner. He's shirtless too, …niiice… well, for a blue, fuzzy dude. Now I know why girls and guys are train separately. Nothing would ever get done with shirtless muscle bound guys and half-naked girls running around each other, getting all sweaty and panting and…woah, where was I?

Huh, those two seem to be pretty sweaty themselves, panting and grunting and… wait, I don't remember Mr. Logan teaching us that hold in self-defence. It doesn't seem like it would be to effective…Oh my god, did he just bite Mr. Wagner? Wait… why is he wearing nude coloured pants? OH… MY…GOD….

" HOLY SHIT! THOSE AREN'T NUDE COLOURED PANTS !"