A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with another chapter! I appreciate all of you that have been reviewing! Thank you soo much, because that's really what keeps me writing, and it tells me that I'm not writing for myself. So here's chapter 13!
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
Logan, Remy, and Theresa all walked into their French class as the tardy bell rang. It was actually more like a computer lab. The entire room was empty except for nice, moderately new, flat-screen computers were lined up along the wall where the student would sit and log on to their class program where they would be taught their lessons by a male, futuristic like voice. There were a couple of seats left and Theresa sat in the middle, while Logan and Remy sat on either side of her. They all three turned on their computers and waited for them to start up.
"Remy, why the hell are you taking French class?" Theresa asked. He glanced at her sideways and smirked.
"Easy A, chere, easy A. But you don' see me askin' you de same question, do ya? We bot' know you parlez Français très bien." He laughed using a fake French accent. 'Reese narrowed her eyes at him.
"Then you'll know what I mean when I say 'Embrassez mon âne, vous maladie '." Remy's eyebrow shot up, but the grin still stayed glued onto his face. He chuckled.
"And you'll know what I mean when I say 'Ce soir, après que j'aie eu ma manière avec vous, vous serez toujours en cours d'orgasme par ce temps demain'." He said, trailing his fingers up her thigh. She slapped his hand away.
"I do, and I doubt it." She said. She looked over at Logan who was, once again, looking at dirty websites and listening to Kiss.
"Logan?" She called. He removed his headphones and looked at her.
"What?" He asked.
"When do you plan to start on that report? Or are you even gonna do it?"
"I'll get it done, don't get your panties in a bunch. When do you plan on startin on yours? I thought the deal was, I do the famous one, you do the non-famous one." Theresa rolled her eyes.
"I know. I'm doing it right now. Chill. And quit looking at porn you retard, before you get in trouble." Logan laughed.
"Psshh...like I haven't gotten in trouble before."
"Whatever. Just stop looking at that, at least while I'm sitting next to you."
"Yeah, Wolvie. 'Aven't you eva heard of chivalry?", he said, pulling Theresa's chair closer to him and looking at her up and down.
"You're one to talk. And let go of my chair you loser!"
"Aww, chere, Remy just tryin' to be close to his 'Reesey Pieceys."
"I don't give a damn." She said, but she didn't move her seat. They were all silent for a while until Remy finally spoke.
"You know, chere, it's very rare known fact, but it's possible to stimulate your entire body...from your head...to your fingertips..." He said, playing with Theresa's hand and feeling each of her fingers "All de way down to the bottom of your feet and everywhere in between, without any physical contact. Would you like Remy to show you how?"
"Not half as much as I'd like to shove my foot up Remy's --
"Shh...don't speak, chere. We will continue dis later...tonight."
"Yeah, my ass. Logan, I'ma tell Storm if you don't quit!" Logan sighed aggravated and finally closed out of the nasty website.
"Uh huh, that's what I thought. Cause Storm will beat yo' ass." She giggled. Theresa turned when she saw Remy yawning and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Are you gonna fall asleep?" She asked. Remy looked at her and shrugged.
"Maybe. But I'll need some't'in sof' to lay on." He said, smiling innocently. Theresa shook her head, but finally smiled, clearly giving in to Remy's charm.
"Fine you can lay on my lap." Remy grinned and did just that, turning in his seat so that he could rest his feet on the empty chair next to him and lay his head and shoulders on Theresa's lap. She waited for him to find a comfortable position and finally he did, looking up at her and smiling. She couldn't help but beam back at him. He could be as cute as a button when he wanted to.
"Oooh, de view from here is exquis, chere." He purred. 'Reese didn't say anything, she just lay her hand on his stomach before shoving it down, causing him to grunt rather loudly.
"Oww!" He said, rubbing the spot where his tummy was sore. She shrugged.
"Oops."
"I love you too, chere." He said, putting his finger under her chin. She turned her head, annoyed, and he laughed, turning over so that he was facing her knees and closing his eyes.
"Hey, 'Reese, what's this I keep hearin' 'bout Scott posin' nekked in a picture or somethin." Logan asked, taking his headphones off once again and looking at Theresa. She snickered.
"Oh yeah. Whoo, that was a trip. Who told you 'bout that?" She asked.
"Just heard some chicks talkin' about it. S'that true?"
"He ain't naked. He's just wearin' briefs and he's doin' this pose that..." She looked off and shook her head, laughing to herself. "Anyway, he said he made it for Jean. And that Kitty got him to do it. Whoever that is." She added.
"You think you could get it fer me?" He asked. Theresa raised her eyebrow.
"HA! Hell no." She said.
"Why?"
"Because, Logan. If I know you well enough, you'll probably take it and enlarge it, and then make like 70 copies of it and put them up around the school."
"Ahh...well then, darlin', I guess you know me all too well." He stretched and laughed.
They both sat in a comfortable silence after that.
"How come the Cajun ain't sayin' nothin'? He should'a well been tryin' to feel up your skirt by now." Logan said. Theresa looked down at Remy. His breathing was already rhythmic and steady, and his entire face looked relaxed.
"Hmm...I think he's asleep." She answered. Subconsciously she started to stroke his hair, watching him slumber peacefully. To her, he looked so cute when he was sleeping. There was a boyish innocent about him, or something, she assumed. Looking him, entranced by him even in his unconscious state, she began to trace her finger along every detail of his face. Gently she trailed her finger down the bridge of his nose, to his lips, to his chin. She placed her finger back on the tip of his nose and tapped it, giggling whenever he wrinkled it and swatted at her hand.
"Aww...that's so cuute..." She cooed.
"Damn it 'Reese, I don't wanna hear that shit ok? Just at least wait 'till I'm not around, geez!"
"Oh, po' baby. I'm showwy, Wogan." She said, trying to pinch his cheeks, Logan grabbed her wrists before she could.
"Bitch...do it, and I will kill you in your sleep."
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Later, in the cafeteria, Kurt, Scott, Logan, Bobby and Remy were all engulfed in a heated conversation.
"I think the neck." Bobby said.
"The neck?" The others protested.
"Well yeah! I like for a woman to have a long neck, I just think it's nice!" Bobby tried to defend himself.
"Oh yeah, lemme tell you. Zebras always get me goin'." Logan said sarcastically. Scott looked at him and shook his head.
"You mean a Giraffe, Logan?"
"Same difference."
"Ok. Fine," Bobby gave up. "What do you think Kurt?"
"Me? Vell, I like for a woman to have nice eyes." All of the others turned to him and looked at him like he was crazy.
"Now, tell me that's not dumber than mine." Bobby said.
"Vhat can I say, when I talk to a woman I zhink it's sexy when they have beautiful eyes zhat I can stare into."
"Aiight, what about you, Scooter?" Logan turned to Scott and asked. He shrugged.
"I like for a woman to have intellect. Soo...I'd have to say her mind." As soon as he said that , there was an uproar of shouting and every male at the table showed they're disagreement.
"Oh my goodness, Scott, honestly!" Kurt said.
"Yeah, that's just out there."
"Yeah, I mean come on, man. What good is it if ya can't see it?"
"What about you, Wolvie. What part d'you like most." Remy finally asked.
"Ahh, finally. Looks like I might be the only one at this table with some damn sense." He chuckled. "Well, being the breast man that I am, I'd have to say the Most BEST part on a girl, is the jugs."
Bobby shrugged. "Storm does have some pretty big hooters." Scott shook his head.
"Zhey're natural too."
"My point exactly." Logan smiled.
"That is so shallow, Logan. Seriously."
"Well, wait, wait, wait, hold on a second. Let's hear what Gumbo has to say."
"Ha ha." Remy chuckled. "Well, my friends, wit Remy...'tis all about de H...de A...and de T"
"H.A.T?" Bobby and Scott asked in unison.
"Yep. Hips, ass, an' thighs, mon ami." Remy answered. He leaned back with a satisfied smile on his face. "Man...you eva' fin' de right combination of de t'ree..." He sighed, patting his stomach. "Jus' like kryptonite. Gambit's only weakness."
"More like Theresa in a nutshell." Logan laughed.
"That chick does have hips for days." Bobby added. "And ass for weeks." Remy grinned.
"You know, not everything is about physical appearance, guys." Scott protested once again.
"Dude, you only say that 'cause Jean's freakin' hot." Bobby laughed.
"Man's gotta point, Scott." Remy agreed.
"I'm just glad none of the girlz are here to hear zhis." Kurt said.
"For real. 'Cause I know for a FACT that every one of us would get our asses kicked." The guys at the table laughed, but quieted, looking off, knowing that what Logan had said was true.
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"Ok. Say it." Scott said. It was now the last period of the day and Piotr, their Self Defense instructor, had asked Scott to personally train Theresa one on one until she was able to catch up with the class, which would probably take anywhere from 2 weeks to a month to do successfully. They stood outside, in the back of the school deep in the woods, close to a tiny trickling stream. Scott was behind 'Reese, who was quite uncomfortable at the moment.
"Can't we train somewhere else?" She asked, looking down at all of the creepy crawling things that were way too close for her comfort. She wished that Scott would let her keep her shoes on, but he had instructed her to remove them and dress in her P.E. clothes at the beginning of the class.
"No. In order to begin, we must get you to relax and find your cool zone. And where better to do that than the great outdoors? Now, stop changing the subject and say the oath."
Theresa took her arms from above her head and turned to the Cyclops. "Do I have to? Or are you trying to make me look stupid?"
"What would be the point of that when there's no one to see it? Get back into position and say the oath before I am forced to penalize you. The caterpillar must learn to make it's cocoon before it can become a butterfly." He said, laying his hands out and looking up to the sky.
"Did you just call me a caterpillar?" Theresa asked. Seeing the dark look that Scott was giving to her through his visor, she turned back to the tiny stream and resumed the "calming" position, which resembled the 'A' that people usually make during the 'YMCA' song. Taking a deep, breath, she finally decided to just get it over with.
" 'S'... For the security that knowing how to defend one's self gives them. 'E'... For the eternal peace one hopes to seek and find. Umm... 'F'..."
Scott rolled his eyes and shook his head, but let her finish anyway.
"For the...for theee..." She dropped her hands, and turned to face Scott.
"For how FUCKING STUPID THIS WHOLE THING IS!" Scott grabbed her by the shoulders.
"No, caterpillar. For one thing, 'F' is for the internal freedom we earn from being at peace with ourselves. And second, you forgot the 'L'. We're taking Self Defense not Sef Defense." He sighed. "But I guess we can work on the oath later. Now, on to the second stage of beginner's training. After you." He said, bowing and putting his hands out in front of him. Theresa snarled at him and together they left the wilderness of Professor Xavier's backyard.
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"Sit." Scott instructed Theresa. Scott sat by the pool, in a yoga like position, with his hands laying over his knees. Theresa followed suit and waited for further instructions.
"Now. The second stage the caterpillar must conquer is freeing your mind."
"Freeing my mind?" Theresa asked, eyebrow raised.
"Freeing your mind." Scott repeated. "Now, repeat after me: Fighting is wrong."
"Fighting is wrong."
"I will not engage in a duel, or dispute, unless it is absolutely necessary."
"I will not engage in a duel, or dispute, unless it is absolutely necessary."
"Fighting is wrong."
"Fighting is wrong."
"If I do come to a situation or scenario where I deem it necessary to duel or dispute, I will try my best to end it as soon as possible."
Theresa repeated.
"Fighting is wrong."
"Fighting is wrong."
"Ok, now that we have that cleared up, we must clear your mind of all negativity."
That's gonna be pretty difficult.
"Breathe deep, grasshopper, and close thine eyes." Theresa did so. "Now, find all negatives in your thoughts, and remove them. Clear them out of your mind, at least for now. For one cannot find peace, if negativeness is blocking their path."
"You can't be serious."
"I am very serious, grasshopper."
"I thought I was a caterpillar." Scott sighed.
"Theresa, just try and clear your mind ok? It shouldn't be that hard, just listen to the pool, and find something good to think about. All the bad will go away."
Theresa shrugged and tried to find the point of all this. But as hard as she tried to clear her thoughts, her mind just kept wandering to stressful things that were in her life. All of the negatives in her brain were draining the energy out of her, and before she knew it, her head dropped and she was asleep.
"Theresa?" Scott opened one of his eyes to see how Theresa was coming along. He chuckled when he saw her head lowered, like he knew it was coming. Shaking his head, he stood, laid her down and covered her with a towel that was laying by the pool. Leaving her to rest, he moved a ways further down the pool to continue his meditation.
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Theresa's eyes fluttered open, and she faintly wondered where she was when she saw tile and grass around her. Then memory came flooding back, and she sat up. Someone had given her a towel for a cover. She wondered who and then found the answer when she saw Scott sitting by the edge of the pool, still in that yoga position and sitting perfectly still. Standing up and stretching, Theresa began to walk over to him, but slowed when a plan hatched in her mind.
She came up behind Scott as quietly as she could manage.
"BOO!" She said, grabbing his shoulders. Instead of him jumping and yelling at her, like she planned, he just smiled.
"Hmm...so the Caterpillar has awoken I see." Scott said.
"Grasshopper." Theresa corrected him.
"Theresa." Scott stood up and popped his knuckles. "You know, 'Reese, I don't think this course is right for you."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, to be frank, you don't really seem mature enough for it. I'm taking time out of my schedule to try and train you. But how am I supposed to do that when you won't take anything seriously?"
"...I'm sorry." She said. Scott shook his head.
"No apologies necessary. I'll just make a schedule change for you later." He said, starting to head back inside. Theresa thought for a while. Before she wasn't sure if he was serious what with oaths and meditating and stuff. But she had seen Scott and how well he always had his head together and how calm he was all the time. If taking this class did that for him, especially with the type of people he hung around, it must work.
"Wait Scott." Scott stopped and turned to face her.
"Yeah?"
"If I promise to be more mature and serious will you keep training me?" He walked back to her.
"Well that depends, Theresa. Will you come to class when I tell you? Prepared?" Theresa nodded. "And will you stop questioning everything I say and do?"
"Yup." Scott smiled, and Theresa wondered what color his eyes would be if he didn't have to wear that visor all the time. She imagined they would be a light, sparkling blue and she smiled back at him.
"Alright. I guess we can try this again tomorrow then." He said. "Come on, we should be heading back inside by now." He said placing his hand on her back and walking with her inside.
As they walked into the glass doors they could hear the bell ring for school dismissal and before Theresa could do anything to react, Scott held his foot out and tripped her. She yelled as she almost fell.
"What was that for!" She demanded.
"End of class. Serious time over." He smiled at her, but once he saw the evil look on her face, his smile disappeared and he took off down the hall laughing, with Theresa not far behind at all, yelling and cursing after him.
Thanks for reading! Well, all I can think to say is that the next chapter should be up pretty soon and I'm sorry it took so long to update! And don't forget to review! Buh-Bye!