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Summary: The Xmen are in high school! Characters include: Remy/Gambit, Ororo/Storm, Logan/Wolverine, Jean/Phoenix/Marvel Girl, Scott/Cyclops, Rogue, Kurt/Nightcrawler, Bobby/Iceman, Warren/Angel, and Hank/Beast. Plus some OC's!

Parings: Ororo/Logan, Remy/OC , Rogue/Bobby, Scott/Jean

Ages: Ororo, Jean, OC, Bobby, Rogue 16 , Logan, Scott, Remy, Kurt 17

Teenage Mutants

Theresa, Jean, and Ororo stuck their heads out of Theresa and Ororo's room, watching Remy, Scott, and Logan noisily make their way to the boy's bathroom for a shower after their previous events, oblivious to the girl's spying.

"Ok, lemme get this straight." Jean said as they pulled their selves back into the room, closing the door silently. "So...we're gonna sneak into the boys' bathroom while they're in the shower,...and then what?"

"Then," Theresa continued, "We take all of the towels, and all of their clothes." She paused, looking to the ground as if something wasn't right. There was something missing in their plan. Something important. "Actually," She said, her eyebrows together in concentration. "We should take everything."

"Everything? What the hell do you mean, everything?" Ororo asked.

"I mean anything they can use to cover themselves. You know, toilet covers, rugs, curtains...everything." She stated as if it was the most simple thing in the world. 'Ro raised her hand.

"Uh, yeah, 'xcuse me. Umm...by cover themselves you mean...what exactly?" She asked, squinting slightly.

"Their wee-wees." Theresa answered quickly, Jean responded by snickering and Ororo nodded.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Ororo said, her eyes downcast. She bit her lip. "So the main point here is to have them run through the halls naked, right?"

"Precisely." Theresa answered, her head once again peeking out of the door. She turned to the red-head and the white haired goddess. "And we're gonna have to work quickly. Guys usually don't stay in the shower for longer than about 15 minutes." She turned and looked outside. After looking to the left and right closely to see if anyone could see them, she began to sneek out of the room. Jean and Ororo took that as a signal to follow her so they did so.

The three mutants made their way sneakily down the hall, making their footsteps almost inaudible. Slowly, they made their way to the boys' restroom.

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"Well gee." Logan said as he stepped into one of the individual shower heads, sliding the glass door shut behind him. "That was fun."

"Oui." Remy agreed, turning the water on the hottest that he could get it. "Bes' game o' hide 'n' seek we had in a while, non?" He sighed as he let the steamy water hit his face, running his hands up through it and into his hair, slicking it back. "Even though the femmes cheated." He bowed his head, letting the water run down his neck onto his back, placing a hand on the wall.

"I dunno yall." Scott said, his voice slightly trailing off. "You don't think they'll be mad we threw 'em into the pool like that?"

"Scottie, yo' need ta loosen up. Dey knew we was jus' playin."

"Yeah, and we got thrown into the pool to, member?" Logan added. "Ey, Gumbo--"

"Gambit." Remy gridded his teeth together. He assumed this was payback for him calling Logan Wolvie, but it still pissed him off.

"Ya know I wouldn't be surprised if ya had a couple a bruises from the way Reese was kickin ya so hard."

"Mmm..." Remy said, rubbing the sore spot on his side where Theresa had kicked the shit out of him repeatedly. "I think I do." He said, the corner of his mouth turning upward. "She love me." There was silence for a while. Logan shook his head.

"Wow." Scott stated simply.

"Yeah." Logan agreed in Scott's short but true comment. "I think Romeo's got some issues ta deal with." Remy just rolled his eyes.

"Ey," He said coolly. "Don't be mad at Remy, he can't help it if de pet'ites can't resist him." He sighed. Thinking of how many girls' friendships he ended, how many fights he'd started, how many girls' hearts melted for him, just from a single look or just a simple 'hey'. "Jus' a gift he guess."

"Cajun, what the hell parta yer brain is so twisted it can't even sense when a chick hates you?"

"Wolvie, you don' have ya believe Remy if ya don' wan' to. But he'll bet yo' dat Reesey'll be all ova him in two weeks."

"I'll betchya 20 bucks she won't." Logan countered.

"I'll bet 30." Scott laughed. Remy smiled; this was perfect. In two weeks he'd have a possible new girlfriend and he'd get money out of the deal, so he figured, why not twist this even more to his advantage. So he did.

"Remy will bet de both a ya 50 that she will. Each."

"You got it." Scott said confidently. Logan, however, remained silent. This didn't go unnoticed by the Cajun.

"What about you, Wolvie? Don' tell Remy yo' backin' out already?" He smiled. He could almost feel Logan scowling.

"Yea, right, Gumbo. You're on. Two weeks startin' tomorrow."

"D'accord."

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Theresa leaned over and placed her ear against the door of the boys' bathroom.

"Well, I can hear the showers running." She said, standing back up, looking at Jean and Ororo. They stared back at her, as if they were waiting for her to do something. This went on for about a minute before Jean finally broke the silence.

"Well?" She said expectantly. Theresa raised an eyebrow.

"Well what?" She asked back.

"Are you gonna go in there or not?"

"Why do I have to go in there?" Ororo shrugged.

"Hey, this was your idea." She said. Theresa rolled her eyes. They both had a point, but she knew there was no way in hell she was going to do this by herself.

"Alright." She sighed. "I'll go, but you two are coming with me. Storm, you get the towels and Jean, you help me get their clothes, k?"

'Ro clapped her hands together excitedly. "Let's do it."

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Quickly and quietly the three girls tip-toed into the boys' bathroom. They could hear the boys conversating next of them, but ignored them. They couldn't afford to be distracted; this plan required only two things: silence and speed.

The room was bigger than a normal public restroom, since it had showers. It was a long, rectangular room, the showers on one side and the stalls on the other. A mirror was to their immediate right, which the boys had put their clothes. And the towel rack, unfortunately for Ororo, was on the far side of the room, and only an arm's reach away from the shower stall that Logan currently occupied.

Theresa signaled for Ororo to hurry and retrieve the towels while Jean and Theresa grabbed up the guys' clothes. She looked over at Jean, who was clearly having trouble.

"I didn't know Remy wore so many layers." She struggled to whispered. Theresa cracked a smile, but not before sending her a stern 'ssshhhh'.

'Ro proceeded to take towels off of the rack. But, being the neat freak that she was, she couldn't help but fold each one individually and place it on the ground before she picked them up to carry them out.

"Ok...we gotta get the shoes." Theresa whispered to Jean. She bent down to pick up one of what looked to be Scott's shoes since her hands were already full, but failed, and cringed when she dropped it and it hit the ground with a bang.

Jean's eyes went as wide as saucers and she shot a look at Theresa. She mouthed 'Sorry' helplessly. And they all almost jumped out of their pants when they heard Logan speak.

"What the hell was that?" He asked. The girls held their breaths, waiting for their discovery.

"I didn't hear anything." Scott answered. They all shared a silent, collective sigh of relief. Jean took one look at Theresa and she nodded. It was time to get out of there.

"What about the shoes?" Jean asked. Theresa shook her head as if to say 'fuck it' and opened the door, letting Jean out.

"Whoo, that was close." Theresa said a little louder. Jean nodded and chuckled. But the smile was wiped away from her face, when she realized.

"Where's 'Ro?"

"Oh shit!" Theresa seethed as she opened the bathroom door again, to see her still folding and placing towels on the ground.

" 'RO!" She whispered loudly. Storm turned around to see Theresa gesturing wildly for her to come on. She nodded and picked up her stack of tiles, but froze again when she heard one of the showers cut off.

Hearing one of the shower stall doors open behind her, she turned to see one of Logan's ridiculously hairy arms reaching for the only towel that she managed not to get. Thinking quickly, she snatched it before he could, and ran to the door.

Theresa sighed when Ororo came out of the room, but gasped when she saw that she dropped one of the towels on the floor. Placing the armful of clothes she had on the ground, she dove to get the towel as Logan's leg appeared from the stall and snatched it back. Storm shut the door back not a half a second before Logan was completely out of the shower.

"Oh my GOD, that was scary!" Jean said.

"Yeah. Let's get the hell outta here. We gotta put this stuff in the girls' bathroom, so they can't get it." Theresa added. And like that, they ran for the girls' bathroom.

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"What the hell?" Logan grumbled to himself when he noticed that there were no towels on the rack. "Where'r the towels?" He said louder so that Scott and Remy could hear. Remy and Scott turned off their showers and stepped out into the bathroom.

"Yo' mean they not on tha rack?" Remy asked. Logan rolled his eyes.

"If they were on the damn rack, would I be askin' where they were?" Scott rubbed his hand up his arm nervously.

"Wha..y--you mean...there aren't any towels left?" He said, his voice trembling. "Well...what are we s'possed ta use to cover ourselves? We can't just run through the halls naked!" He said the word like it was death.

"Chill, homme. We can jus' pu' on our clothes 'till we can change. No biggie." Remy said. They both turned when they heard Logan's voice come from the opposite side of the room.

"Where are our clothes?" Remy's eyebrows came together as he thought.

"Who de hell would take de towels and our clothes?"

"Oh I think I know the answer to that." Logan answered.

"WHO?" Scott cried desperately, his hands covering his privates protectively.

"That," Logan said, "Would be Reese, 'Ro, and Jeannie." Scott's eyes went wide.

"I knew it!" He said. "I KNEW IT! I KNEW WE SHOULDN'T HAVE THROWN THEM IN THE POOL! I KNEW WE SHOULD HAVE APOLOGIZED. I TOLD BOTH OF YOU! BUT DID YOU LISTEN? NO! I KNEW--

"Ok. So what are we gonna do?" Logan asked while Scott still screamed and yelled behind them. Remy just shrugged.

"I don' think we gotta choice, homme."

"WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME?" Scott cried. "GOD WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS! WHAT AM I GONNA DO--

"WILL YOU SHUT YOUR ASS!" Logan finally yelled over a now silent Scott.

"Yeah, Scott, jus' calm down it's--" Remy stopped in mid-sentence and looked at Logan. "Did yo' jus' say, 'shut your ass?"

Logan ignored him and opened the door and looked to the left and right, taking a while to zone out the area.

"W--What are you saying?" Scott asked, his voice trembling even more noticeably.

"I'm saying," Logan sighed. "That we're gonna have to run through the halls naked." He finished, using the last line from Scott, who was violently shaking his head.

"Oh no. No NO! I am NOT going through the halls naked! Do you know how far away our rooms are!"

"Look! If we go now, nobody's gonna see us. Or would you rather wait until tomorrow morning when everyone's awake? Or until someone comes in here maybe?" Logan said. Scott stood with his back turned to them, his hands covering his ears and his head shaking.

"Nope. Nope. Uh-uh. I'm not gonna do it. I don't care what you guys say. I'm not gonna do it!"

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"I can't believe I'm doin this." Scott said to himself. He stood behind Logan who was looking out of the door to, once again, check if the coast was clear, while Remy was behind him.

Well, He thought to himself, It will be over soon...

At least they had found the shoes that the girls had left behind. Now they could have at least some coverage.

"Alright." Logan said. "We're clear." They exited the bathroom, hunched over, with one shoe covering the front, and one the back, and made a light jog to their rooms.

Scott had been right in what he had said. It was a long way to their rooms. First they had to go down half the hallway they were in currently, then make a right down another hallway, and then make a left, and their rooms were almost all the way down the hall and on the right side.

They made their way smoothly down the first hall, and pretty easy on the second hall. But it was on the last hall when all of a sudden whistles and cat-calls could be heard from behind them, which caused them to stop in their tracks.

They all turned to see Ororo, Jean, and Theresa cheering and yelled obscene things to them and their cheeks unanimously turned a bright crimson.

"Whoo! Work it Scottie! Look at that little booty!"

"Shake them cheeks for me Logan!"

"Bounce that thang, Remy! Drop it like it's hot!"

"AAAAHHHH!" They all yelled before breaking out in a dead sprint for Logan and Remy's room.

Logan hardly waited until Scott and Remy ran it to slam the door shut. He kept his hands on the door and hung his head.

"Damn."

Remy slicked his hair back and sighed. "Whoo...that was...interestin'." Logan turned to look at him and at Scott who had long ran to Remy's bed and wrapped the sheets around his nakedness, and who was now sobbing in them.

"No, no, no, this isn't happening." He whimpered. Logan's expression changed into one of disbelief.

"Man, I know you ain't cryin'." He said.

"SHUT UP!" Scott screamed back at him. Logan shook his head and almost laughed.

"Damn. We gotta get them back." He said.

"Dat ain't a good idea, homme." Gambit interjected.

"Why not?" Remy shook his head.

"Cause if we do get 'em back, then they'll jus' keep on goin' 'till dey get us back fo' good. You don' know shit about de femmes, do ya Wolvie." He said. "Dey don't quit 'till we do."

"So yer sayin' we should just give up?" Logan couldn't believe that Remy just wanted to let them win, but he kind of did have a point.

"Remy sayin' dat not only should we give up. We should take dem out fo' ice cream or somethin."

Logan looked at him for a while. Remy knew he wasn't going to take this easily. Especially when he started pacing back and forth. Remy watched him for what seemed like five minutes while Scott was still sobbing into the covers.

"Alright." Logan finally gave in after pacing for like 10 minutes. "ALRIGHT! We'll take 'em to Baskin Bobbins." Remy smiled.

"Good choice, homme." He turned to Scott and instantly became angered when he saw him.

" 'EY BOY!" He yelled. "GET YO' NEKKED ASS OUTTA MA SHEETS!"

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"I can't believe they're takin' us out for ice cream." Jean said as they walked ahead of the boys on their way to Baskin Bobbins. The girls had been taken a shower and Jean was now wearing a lime green shirt with a short jacket and jeans, 'Ro had put on a light purple turtleneck and white jeans, and Theresa had worn a simple black hoodie and jeans.

Logan had changed into a long sleeved blue shirt and jeans, and Remy, who had left his trench coat behind, was wearing a dark blue turtleneck and loose jeans. Scott had put on a red swear shirt and tan jeans.

"Well, maybe they realized that there's just no winning when you're playing against us." Storm answered. They all shared a giggle.

Theresa stopped when two arms snaked their way around her waist and sighed as she felt Remy's body close behind her's. Too close for her comfort.

"Soo, chere," Remy said, his lips on the curve of her neck. "Yo' jus' Couldn't wait ta get Remy nekked, could ya?" She laughed.

"Don't even flatter yourself, Cajun." She ducked from his grasp. "But hey," She said, placing a hand on his shoulder and whispering in his ear. Before he could even answer, Remy felt her hand squeeze his hiney. "Nice ass." She let go of his rear and ran to catch up to the girls.

Remy turned around to see a frozen Logan behind him. He opened his mouth to say something but Logan interrupted him.

"I ain't see shit." He said, walking in front of him. Remy took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, taking a drag on it a smirking.

"Two weeks." He chuckled. "Dis gonna be easier than Remy thought." He caught up with Logan and Scott and glued his eyes to her backside. He smiled as he wondered to himself what she would have done had he grabbed her in such a way.

"Ah well," He said to himself quietly. "Be worth it."

There's the third chapter! I hope you liked it! Now if you would be so kind as to review it would really make my day!