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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-men, but I do own Theresa!
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!
The silence seemed to get louder as everyone's gaze turned to Logan. Everyone had since folded except for him, Scott, Remy, and Theresa. Logan looked up from his hand to be met with several stares, and while no expression was visible on their faces, their eyes were piercing. Even Scott's, who's eyes were held behind his visor. But Logan couldn't help but be drawn to Gambit's eyes. His devilish, glowing eyes. He thought about how much money he would loose if he stayed in the game. And he didn't feel like loosing anymore. Besides, his hand wasn't all that great anyway.
"Hell, I fold." He finally grunted, throwing his cards down. He could see the faintest smirk on Remy's face, but it disappeared just as quickly as it came, and the game went on.
"Hey, I'm gonna get a soda, yall want somethin?" He asked, heading towards the door.
"I want a Thunder Bolt. Diet." Jean said, playing with her fingernails and occasionally glancing over at the game. He turned to 'Ro.
"Get me a Mountain Mist." She said. "Actually," She said, standing up, "I'll go with you. You prolly won't remember."
"Chyeah right!" Jean shouted. "Just keep your clothes on, especially if you're gonna touch my Thunder Bolt." Ororo narrowed her eyes at her.
"Kiss my beautifully tanned ass, Jean." She said before she and Logan exited.
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"How long do you think the rest of the game is gonna take?" Jean asked to no one in particular. The quiet was starting to annoy her.
"Well, I only have 21 dollars left to my name. So not long, cause I fold." Scott put his cards down and stood up, taking his seat next to his girl friend. They both turned to see 'Ro and Logan come back in.
"Took ya long enough." Scott said.
"Yeah, and I couldn't help but notice that you have no soda."
"Hey, if you wanted it, ya should'a got it for yerself." Logan said, sitting in 'Ro's bed against the wall. Storm sat on his lap, leaning against his chest.
"You said you would get it!" Jean shouted. 'Ro shrugged, averting her attention to the game.
"Oops."
"Bitch." Jean said under her breath. Storm threw a pillow at her head and laughed.
"Yo' gonna bet chere? Or have ya finally realized ya can't beat me?" Remy said coolly, looking up from his cards. Theresa looked at him, with no hint of being fazed by his calmness. It was all part of the game.
She looked down at her cards and smiled inwardly, not wanting to give herself away. Four of a kind; all 2's. There was no way he could beat her unless he had a straight flush or a royal flush; which were the most impossible hands to receive. She looked up at Remy, who was so sure that she was going to quit then and there.
"I'll bet 10." She said, throwing out a ten dollar bill. Remy raised his eyebrows at this, but the smirk stayed planted on his face. He looked at his cards, and reached into his pocket.
"You gonna do somethin' about it, Spicy boy?" Storm asked, waiting for Remy to comply. He clearly wasn't paying attention.
"I'll see yo' 10, 'Reesey." He said, throwing another bill next to Theresa's. "And I'll raise ya twenty." He added, throwing out two more.
'Reese rolled her eyes at the 'OOO's' coming from Scott and Ororo and glanced at the Cajun, who had a look of pure, sickening confidence on his face. She would be so happy to see what it would look like once he saw her hand.
"You got it." She said, finding another ten and two fives, and throwing them out. That now made the pot 208 dollars.
"Y'know what I don't get?" Ororo said from out of no where. "How come somebody doesn't just take the money and run with it. I mean, it's right there." Scott rolled his eyes behind his visor.
"Well now that ya SAID IT out loud...!" He said.
"Oh...oops." She answered.
"It don't even matter Scott." Theresa interrupted. "If she'da tried to take my money I would'a been all over her ass like--
"Like Remy wants ta be on yours?" Storm finished for her. Jean giggled, and Theresa raised her eyebrow.
"No, like Logan was on yours downstairs a few minutes ago." She said. Jean froze and her face looked of sheer disbelief, while Scott choked on air and started coughing/laughing.
"You're just mad 'cause you ain't gettin' any." Storm said. Theresa looked at her like she had just lost her mind.
"I don't want any!"
"I think I can change ya mind 'bout that, chere." Remy said sexily. She made a disgusted face at him, sticking her tongue out at him. He licked his lips, winking at her and smirking and she screeched.
"EEWW YOU FREAK!" She screamed.
"Virgin." Storm scoffed.
"Ho'." Theresa came back at her. "Alright, Cajun. Whatchya got?" She said, finally ending the subject.
"Ladies first, chere." He answered. She shrugged, like it didn't matter.
"You're funeral." She said, placing her cards down so he could see them. The 'ooo's and gasps were audible when everyone saw that she had four of a kind.
"Looks like you're in trouble, Remy." Scott said.
Remy nodded at Theresa's hand. "No' bad, chere, no' bad." He said. "But no' good enough." He said brightly, Theresa looked at him with doubt and everyone seemed to go quiet. "Remy would like ya to meet the family." He said, laying out his cards one by one. Theresa's eyes widened with each one: 10, Jack, Queen, King, Ace. A Royal Flush. Not to mention the highest royal flush you can get.
"Hmm...maybe not." Scott corrected himself.
"What the--
"See? I TOLD you: He always ends up winning! I TOLD you! But did you listen?" 'Ro said.
"Hold up, hold on, hold on." Remy said over everyone, causing them to become silent. "Ya played a good game, chere. An' dat was a very good hand. So, I will give yo' half o' da' pot." He finished, holding up half of his earnings. Theresa's eyes brightened.
"104 dollars? Hell yeah!" She said, reaching for the money, only to have it pulled back.
"If..." He added. "...Remy gets a kiss. 'Tis a win win sit'ation fo' me, so 'tis up to yo' chere." From there all eyes turned to 'Reese. She stayed there and took a while to explore her options.
Alright. She thought to herself. Get nothing, be broke, and have to go through the rest of the night listening to Storm saying 'I told you so', or get to kiss an UNBELIEVABLY GORGEOUS guy, and get 104 dollars out of the deal...and have to go through the rest of the night listening to Storm saying 'I told you so.' and Jean saying 'Oooh I knew you liked him!'
She decided she was done thinking and leaned in close to Remy. 'Ro leaned in closer to get a better view and Jean bit her lip in anticipation.
She came closer to him, so that he could feel her breath on his face. But before she got close enough, she spoke.
"Keep the money." She said, pushing herself off of the ground and leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.
Logan watched her leave and turned back to the Cajun, who was busy sorting his money.
"Damn." He said. "Disappointed, Gumbo?"
"Hmm?" He asked, taking a cigarette from his pocket and placing it in his mouth. "Nah." He answered, examining a dollar bill and straightening it out on his knee. "I knew she wouldn't do it. But like I said; win win sit'ation."
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Theresa walked out into the halls, not knowing that it was well past curfew. She immediately went into the bathroom, all the while mentally kicking herself for not taking Remy's deal.
"A hundred and four dollars. A hundred and four fucking dollars!" She said to herself. She knew she was trying to keep the subject on the money, when she knew she was really mad about not taking the chance to kiss him.
You know you wanted to. She told herself. Yeah, I know. She answered herself. But he knew it too. That's what I HATE about him! He knows that I'm attracted to him. I can't do it. It would just give him the satisfaction of knowing it. Nope. Damn, I really need that money though, I'm dead broke. Ok. I'll do it. But just a peck. Nothing longer than 2 seconds. I don't like him, it's just physical. It shouldn't be that hard. Just a quick, simple kiss.
She took a breath to calm herself. Okay, here I go.
She stepped out of the bathroom only to end up almost running right into someone.
"Oh I'm sorry." She said instantly. She looked up to see that it was Rogue, whom she had heard was Remy's ex-girlfriend.
"Oh it's alright, sugah." She said, brushing herself off. "But Ah've been meanin' to ask you somethin'." She said in her southern bell accent.
"What?" She asked.
"Do you like Remy? Ah mean, Ah saw yall dancin earliyah and Ah just tho--
"No! No, he just asked me to dance with him, that is all. I don't like him." She wondered for a split second if she was telling this to Rogue or to herself.
"Alright, well that's all Ah wanted to know. Ah guess Ah'll see ya latah." She smiled and left to where she had been going before. Theresa spun around to see her receding form.
"Wierd." She said before going off to look for the Cajun.
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"Uhh...I hope you don't plan on smokin that in here." Storm said. Remy chuckled, folding the rest of his money and putting it in his sweat pants pocket.
"Course no', chérie." He said, standing. "Remy knows his Stormy don' like de smoke. He go outside." With that he headed to the door and left.
"You know, I think I should be going to bed, 'Ro. I'm tired, 'specially after seein' Scottie naked." She giggled as she and Scott got up and headed to the door.
"Oh hardy-har-har THAT DIDN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE!" He yelled. 'Ro laughed.
"Ok. 'Night!" She said.
Not three seconds later did Theresa poke her head in the door.
"Where's everybody?" She asked.
"He's outside smokin'." 'Ro smiled.
"Shut up." Theresa said before closing the door again to go look for Remy.
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Theresa went through the kitchen and exited the side door of the mansion, figureing Remy wouldn't be outside the front of the school. Just like she predicted, there he was to her left, flipping the collar to his trench coat up and lighting the cigarette in his mouth.
He took a drag on it and blew the smoke out through his nostrils. "Lookin' fo' me, chere?"
"What makes you think that?" She asked, all of a sudden wishing she had bought a jacket as well. He turned and looked at her. "Jus' a guess." He said innocently. She nodded and started playing with her fingers, while silence took them.
"I know yo' mus' be freezin, 'Reesey." He said out of nowhere. She looked over at Remy, who was now walking over to her.
"Yeah, a little." She lied. He grinned and took off his coat, and held it open behind her. He chuckled when she, with out any hesitance, slid her arms inside of it and pulled it close around her. Again there was silence.
"You know, you never showed me what your power was...from this morning." She said.
"You wanna see what I can do?" He asked. She nodded. He looked around on the ground to find any random object he could use to demonstrate his mutation. He did find one: a bottle cap.
"Watch." He said, before he flung the small cap into a distant tree. Theresa watched as it exploded against the trunk, sending a cloud of smoke in the air.
"I got some sorta energy inside me. An' I can pass it through otha' things by chargin' 'em. Like that."
"Wow." She said. And once again, the silence followed.
Remy took another drag on his cigarette. "You come out here t'ask me somethin', chere?" He finally asked.
"...Yeah, I did."
"Then can y'hurry up an' ask me? I don' like dis whole quiet thing. 'Cept fo' when I'm playin' cards."
She sighed. Well, you would'a had to have asked him sooner or later. "You still willin' to split that money?"
Remy smiled to himself. "You know the deal, chere." He said, putting out the cigarette. She rolled her eyes, but Gambit saw the faint grin on her face as she came closer to him. She closed her eyes as Remy used his forefinger to lift her chin higher before meeting her glossy lips with his own. It lasted only a moment before Theresa pulled away, thankful that she had kept her promise that she had made to herself.
"See? No' so bad, huh?" He said softly. He could tell she was blushing, even though her skin tone hid it.
"I guess not."
"Uh huh...but another try couldn't hurt, non?" He said, Theresa didn't even have a chance to reply before he pulled her up to him by her waist and captured her lips with his own once again. When he pulled away Theresa's eyes were still closed, and when they finally managed to flutter open, he was gone. She stood there, gently biting her lip, trying to remember every detail of it. Or if it really happened.
She sighed and pulled the coat closer around her. It smelled like him. She knew then and there; it was official. She had a crush on Remy LeBeau. And she would never forget what had happened, but she would never let him know about it. She felt a lump in her skirt pocket and looked in it. 104 dollars. She traced a finger across her bottom lip.
It was almost the exact definition of the perfect kiss: soft and smooth; not rough but still deep, and the perfect amount of time. 3 Mississippi seconds. It was...electrical.
Whoo! There's chapter...umm...whatever! I hope you enjoyed it, I know I did! And I've decided to add a NEW pairing! It will be Kurt and another OC so watch out for it within the next few chapters! But please don't forget to review please, please, please! I love you guys and good night!