A/N: Hello everyone! Ok. I think maybe I should clear a few things up. I still can't believe that quicksilver is gay! lol, I don't think I'll ever get past that one, but just for this story I'm gonna make him straight alright? And about the new pairings. Don't worry about that; the Pietro/Theresa pairing was never meant to last, and will not be for long. I'm going to stay true to the Remy/Theresa pairing, I just thought this would make it a little more interesting. Teeheehee

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Marvel's characters, including the X-Men, but Theresa, Diamond and Ruby are mine!

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

Third period went by smoothly, or as smoothly as a class could go when your 'computer buddy' was Logan. For the Professor's language class, every pair of partners were assigned with a both a famous, and a non-famous author, and to write a no less then 800 word essay on each. But try as Theresa did to get Logan to pay attention to the lesson, he would be busy doing various things that had nothing to do with the assignment; listening to Def Leppard and Kiss and looking at dirty web sites seemed more important to him than passing the class at all to him.

Fourth was probably the best class of the day. It was Theresa's only main course with Storm and History was a mainly take-notes-until-the-test-then-start-over-and-take-more-notes kind of class, so they got to talk plenty and go over what had happened in their previous classes.

"Well gee," 'Ro laughed. "Sounds like you had a pretty fucked up day!"

"You think? 'Cause I thought that it was just fantabulous." Theresa said, looking at 'Ro threateningly, only causing her to laugh harder.

"Hey don't be mad at me, I ain't do nothin'. Remy's a man whore, I always knew that. Everyone knows that!"

"Well thank you so very much for warning me." They both turned when they heard Scott's voice.

"Hey, do you guys think Jean will like this?" He said, holding up a picture of him, posing naughtily on a sandy beach in nothing but tidy-whities. 'Ro's jaw dropped and Theresa almost choked on the soda she had brought to class.

"Well, damn...that was kinda random." Theresa laughed, putting down the Mountain Mist bottle.

"What the hell is that!" 'Ro screeched. Scott turned the picture back around, looking at it with his eyebrows furrowed.

"I was gonna give it to her on her birthday." He said slowly, biting his nail. "It was Kitty's idea." He looked up at the two girls. Theresa tried to stifle her laughing and Storm was still looking at him like he had lost his mind. "You don't think she'll like it?"

"I--...well...sh--...well DAMN Scott, you just askin' the WRONG damn person. I gotta go...somewhere. I mean wow that was just...too much." She was still muttering as she left the class to go to the bathroom.

"Is there something wrong with it or something?" Scott asked, examining the picture closely again. Theresa couldn't get over how hilarious this was.

"No, no of course not." She said. "...Can I see it?" She bit her lip hard to keep her form busting out laughing like she wanted to. Scott looked at her darkly. She didn't need to see his eyes to tell, and she leaned over and laughed for what seemed like forever until the bell rang.

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"Ok, what's next?" Theresa mumbled to herself, trying to remember her schedule.

"Why didn't you just bring it with you?" Scott asked.

"I didn't wanna grow dependent on it." Theresa answered simply. " 'Sides, I know what class I have next, I just don't know how to get there. Where are the locker rooms?"

"There's Ruby." He said, pointing out one of the twins that Theresa had met a few days ago. "She'll tell you." He called her over and went off to the boy's locker room. How he could tell the twins apart was beyond her. But she smiled and they began towards the girls' locker room.

"Hey, chica." The beautiful Latino said, in her Spanish accent. "I see the Remy fevah is goin' around the school."

"What do you mean?" She asked, curious.

"I mean whenever Remy finds a new girl to go after, all the other girls go mad crazy! They'll talk about you in the locker rooms, try and get you into trouble, spread rumors about you, play jokes on you, the whole nine yards, chica."

Theresa sighed heavily as they came into the locker room together. "You know, I don't even care anymore, 'cause Remy is the farthest thing from my mind. Believe me." She got the feeling that Ruby knew she was lying but didn't push it. She smiled when she saw Storm and Jean dressing in.

"Hi guys!" 'Ro waved and almost slipped trying to put her incredibly short shorts on. "Nice hoochies, 'Roro." Theresa laughed. But she stopped when she realized that she had no gym clothes.

"Hey do yall have any clothes I can borrow?" Theresa said. Ruby threw her a shirt, and Jean shook her head, even if she did have clothes, she was no where near Theresa's size.

"Here, I have another pair of shorts." Ororo said, tossing Theresa a pair of mini gray shorts. Theresa looked at them and then back at Storm.

"You don't have anything else? You ain't got any warm-up pants or anything?" 'Ro rolled her eyes.

"No. Just put 'em on. No one's gonna be lookin' or anything so I don't get what the big deal is." Theresa scowled at her and reluctantly put on the small shorts and large neon pink T-shirt Ruby had given to her. Leaving her flip-flops on, she, Ruby, 'Ro, and Jean all exited the locker room and went into the gym. Talking about random, useless things that would do absolutely nothing to enhance their education, they stepped up the bleachers until they were on the top row.

"It's too hard, man! I've been trying for like EVER and I STILL can't do it!" Ruby said annoyed.

"I can." Jean stated simply.

"I can too." Theresa agreed. 'Ro raised her hand.

"Me too" She stated.

"Do it!" Ruby said impatiently. Jean took her pinkies from both hands and placed them in her mouth, closing her lips over them, then blew, letting out a long, very loud, low whistle. Ruby turned to Theresa who took her thumb and middle finger on her left hand and placed them in her mouth, and she winced as she let out loud, almost ear piercing, sharp, shrieking whistle. Finally 'Ro, using her thumb and pointer finger on her right hand, whistled loudly like it was nothing.

"How do you DO THAT!" Ruby whined.

"Try this." Jean said, pulling the skin on her bottom lip and sucking air in, causing another loud whistle to echo across the gym. Ruby did as told, and went crazy when she copied the noise that Jean had made. The three girls looked at each other and smiled as she began to do it over and over again, showing off her new talent. After a while she ran off to show everyone else in their gym class, and the girls changed the subject.

"Uh-oh." Jean said.

"What?" Theresa and Storm asked simultaneously. She nodded her head forward.

"Here comes lover-man." She said, before they could even look Remy was already right next to them. He looked at 'Ro and Jean and grinned.

"You don' min' if I borra m'Reesey fo' a minute, do ya?" He asked. Theresa rolled her eyes when they both said no. Remy pulled her up by her hand and led her outside of the gym into the school hallway. 'Reese stopped, spinning around and shrugging. They both stood there in silence, before Theresa finally broke it.

"Well, what do you want." She said, folding her arms. Remy walked close to her, and twirled a strand of her hair.

"Remy heard his chere was mad at him. So he decided to ask fo' his self."

"I'm not mad at you." She stated simply. "I just know how you are. At least now I do."

"Qu'est-ce que c'est censé pour signifier?" Remy asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I mean, I know how you like to tell any girl that comes along that you love her and that she's your chere, and once she gives you what you want, you drop her. That's what I mean." Remy stroked his chin and nodded, as if this was something that he had heard many times before.

"Remy guess you heard dis from anotha girl, non?"

"More like from half the school." Theresa answered quickly. "You know-- I don't take bein' used nicely, Remy, ok?" She began to walk away but Remy stopped her, pushing a hand into her tummy.

"Well why de hell you care what otha people say 'bout me, chere? You ain't known me dat long, but you don' know these femmes at all, I don't even know half de femmes in school. I thought you'd know me betta then dat. Dat ain't truth, chérie, dat's jealousy. You don' think they ain't said dat to all de other girls Remy done had feelins' for? Some o' dese pet'ites still talk 'bout m'Stormy, and she's my baby sistah!"

Theresa looked down, taking what he had said into consideration. He had a point, and he was right, in a way. Some girls were just that crazy and jealous enough to tell lies about boys and the girls that they like to keep potential threats away.

"But, Remy can't blame dem fo' being jealous of his Reesey." Remy said, running his thumb across her lips. "Jealous of her cute nose, her chocolat eyes, her full lips.." He trailed off, moving closer to her. Theresa moved away before he could kiss her.

"Stop." She said simply. He did as he was told, exhaling deeply and looking into her eyes. "How do I know you ain't lyin'?"

Remy rolled his eyes and shook his head. Theresa looked away and he sighed, rubbing his temples. Finally he looked at her. He shrugged.

"You don't. Not if y'don't trust me." Theresa nostrils flared and she walked off quickly. Remy hung his head and cursed himself in his native tongue. He turned to watch her walk away and couldn't help but stare at her curvy legs and hips.

"Le seigneur m'aident si j'étends jamais mes mains sur ces hanches." Remy said to himself. He stood there for a few minutes, looking at the ceiling until he heard his name called.

"REMY!" They seethed. Remy looked to see that it was Storm, and she didn't look to happy. He looked beyond her to the glass doors that led outside and saw that the clouds copied her emotions. Her eyes narrowed and she pointed a finger at him, gesturing to him to come here. Pouting, he walked towards her like she was his mother and he had just gotten in trouble for not cleaning his room. She snatched him by his shirt and led him to the end of the hallway.

"Ah, watch de threads, chérie!" He finally said as she let him go and turned to face him. She put her hands on her hips.

"What did you say to her?" She asked.

"I asked why she was mad." Remy said like it was obvious. 'Ro rolled her eyes.

"I knew it...I knew you were gonna keep screwin' around with all these little girls up in there. I knew you were gonna keep doin' it, and keep playin' you're little games until you met someone that you really liked, and then ruin it 'cause of this damn image you've created of yourself. I knew it!" Remy opened his mouth to say something but was stopped when Storm put a hand in his face. Even though Remy was older than Ororo, authority often switched between the two, considering what the situation was. And right now, it was pretty obvious that 'Ro had the upper hand.

"Don't even act like it's not your fault either, Remy! You might be mad that these little girls are running around sayin' all this stuff now, but before Theresa came, they was sayin' the exact. same. shit. and you was goin' right along with it. Goin' along with them rumors, and even makin' up some yourself, and then you went off and slept with your damn language teacher! Whether you wanna admit it or not, you did this to yourself, Remy Lebeau, and whether you like it or not, you're gonna have to get yourself outta this mess."

"What do I do?" He asked, his devilish eyes pleading. 'Ro folded her arms, succumbing to his puppy dog look.

"I suggest you try talking to her again. Preferably after school, so she'da had time to cool off." Before she could say anything, Remy had her in a death grip of a hug. She gasped for air, her arms still to herself as he lifted her off the ground.

"You de best shrink a Cajun could ask fo, Stormy." He said. He loosened his grip on her so he could look her in the face.

"Look, just don't expect me to be here every time you get yourself into a scramble ok? I'm not always gonna be able to get you out." Remy didn't say anything, but kissed her on her forehead. Finally he released her and they began to head back to the gym once the bell rang.

"Oh, hey. Did you know Scott took a picture of himself in his panties to give Jean for her birthday?" The Cajun stopped in his tracks.

"WHAT?"

Hey there, sorry it took me a while to review I've just been giving some other stories the attention they need, like I still need to do with my Holes and POTC fics. So enjoy this update, the next one should be up anytime soon! Maybe even by the end of tomorrow, you never know! So don't forget to review! Tootles!