A/N: Well it looks like a few of you liked that last chapter lol. Well, don't worry, there will be plenty more RoLo for you...but you'll have to wait! Please stick with me though. I promise I will not disappoint you all. I mean, how could I?

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

"Sssteps of Miiitoosis." Theresa said slowly while she typed the words into the machine. She turned up the pixie stick, pouring a good amount of the sour powder on her tongue as she clicked search on the Yeehoo website, and looked at the sites that popped up in response. Smiling to herself, she clicked on one and looked at the information. Taking out a piece of paper and a pen, she started to take notes like she and Pietro had agreed. She looked off to her right, seeing Quicksilver at a table a few feet away taking notes as well from a large encyclopedia. He looked up, feeling her eyes on him and she quickly looked back at her notes, unable to help the heat that was growing on her face and warming her cheeks.

Pietro smiled, seeing her grinning to herself. He shook his head and tried to get back to his work, but his eyes wouldn't have it. He couldn't help but glance at her. How the light of the computer screen reflected off of the soft features of her face. The way she would play with the strands of hair that she kept out of her ponytail. His mouth parted slightly when he saw her bite her bottom lip as she wrote something important down, but quickly realized what he was doing and blinked hard.

Snapping out of his trance, he quickly began to continue writing his notes, mentally telling himself to focus and not let his attraction towards Theresa get in the way.

She didn't know whether he was watching her or not, but just in case he was, 'Reese tried as hard as she could, not to look in his direction. But eventually the urge became much too strong for her to handle, and she glanced over at him. He was still busy, writing away.

He smirked to himself, she was watching him again. This time he looked up from the large book, and met her gaze. They only made eye contact for a bout 2 seconds, but it seemed like a lifetime, and Quicksilver couldn't take it anymore. He stood up, taking his notes with him and made his way to her.

Seeing that he was coming over, Theresa quickly turned back to the computer screen. She looked down when he sat next to her.

"Hey." He said simply. She smiled at him.

Oh Neptune he smells good.

"Hey." She answered back.

"How's it goin'?" He said, taking her notes from her and looking them over. She had interesting handwriting. Her letters were fat, and round, almost bubbly. She took his as well, and saw his short, all caps, square handwriting.

"Well, I think we have enough... info." He said, turning the paper over to see if she had written anything on the back. "You got any ideas?"

"For what?" She asked.

"For the presentation...you know...the whole reason we're together right now?" He cursed himself for his choice of words.

"Ohh...yeah." She said. She looked off for a second. "Umm...what are we s'posed to be doin' again?" Quickie grinned, showing off those perfect white teeth. Scratching his head, he tried to explain.

"Well uhh, we're supposed to choose a stage of mitosis, and then make a presentation about it. You know, like a report, or a skit, or...you know, something like that." Theresa nodded, letting him know that she remembered.

"So?" He asked again. "You got any ideas?" She shrugged.

"Not really, I was just gonna do a Powerpoint or something, but I'm not sure if that's a good idea. Why, what were you thinking?"

"Well." He said slowly. "I was thinking something big. You know...something that you could walk inside."

"Whoa. You mean like a giant cell?" He shrugged.

"Something like that. What do you think?"

"Better than my idea. Let's do it."

"Alright." He stood. "Well, get your stuff and come on, we gotta go."

"Where are we going? I gotta shut this thing down." 'Reese said, quickly closing out of the website and starting to shut the computer down.

"Well, we need to get supplies if we're gonna do this thing right and the Wall-2-Wall Mart closes at 11:00 so..."

Theresa watched him put the Encyclopedia back on the high shelf, and his voice seemed to fade as she watched his behind, making sure to get a good look before he turned back around. She didn't notice how far she was leaning in her chair, or where she was aiming the pixie stick but before she knew it, she poured a good amount in her left eye and fell to the ground, kicking screaming in agony.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" She yelled.

Quicksilver spun around at the sound of her screaming and saw Theresa rolling around on the floor, both hands covering her eye and Pixie powder everywhere. It didn't take long for him to figure out what had happened, and, literally, in three seconds he had scooped her up, and ran her into the bathroom down the hall.

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Pietro knocked on the door, trying his best to not laugh.

"Come on, love, lemme see it." He called through the bathroom door. He had tried to help 'Reese flush her eye out, but assuming that she was embarrassed, she pushed him away and locked him out of the bathroom.

"Theresa, come on, just let me see your eye! I'm tryin' to help you, love!" He sighed and decided maybe he should soften his voice. "Come on now, sweetheart, I just wanna see if it's okay."

"It's fine." She said through the door.

"Why won't you come out then?" He heard her sigh on the other side of the door.

"I've been trying to come out for like 2 minutes. Perhaps if you move your ass from against the door, I could do that."

He was confused for a second as of what she meant, but he looked down, and sure enough, he was leaning all of his weight against the door.

"Oh." He said, he stepped back and she came out of the restroom. Her eye was still a little red, but it was hardly noticeable.

"So..you wanna go now, or do you wanna wait?" Quicksilver asked as they made their way down the hall.

"Let's go now. I feel like getting out of this mansion for a while." Theresa admitted.

"Yeah? Me too." He smiled.

"Now, how do you plan on gettin' to the Wall-2-Wall Mart?"

"Oh, I drive a Chevy." He answered.

"What kind?"

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"You drive an AVALANCHE?" Theresa screeched when they stopped at his car in the dark garage.

"Yup." He said climbing inside of his dark, indigo 06 Chevy Avalanche. He grinned when he saw her still trying to admire the car in the dark garage. "Come on, you can look at it later!" He shouted. Reluctantly she opened the door and stepped up into the huge vehicle.

"How'd you get this?" 'Reese asked, feeling on the leather interior as Quickie sped out of the garage and onto the street. She felt on the leather interior and smiled like she was a 7 year old in a candy shop.

"What do you mean, 'how did I get it'." He asked. She looked at him, then to the road.

"I mean, I figured that--"

"You figured a kid like me prolly couldn't afford a car like this one and that I'd be driving some busted metal on wheels, and that somehow, I got lucky and scored this one, or that my rich daddy bought this one for me, yeah?" He finished for her. Theresa stared at him, completely confused at his intense look. She couldn't believe that he had taken what she had said (which she basically didn't say anything) as an insult. She might have been the type to say some pretty rude things, but she was never one to judge someone.

"That's not what I meant!" She said shocked.

"Don't play this game, love, I'm not stupid if that's what you're thinking. You think just because I have an accent that I have rich parents that bought me everything I asked for and I'm just a spoiled fucking brat." He snapped.

Theresa looked at him for a second like he had lost his mind, but then left it alone. She didn't like messing with people who weren't even willing to listen to her side of the argument. Especially when she had done nothing wrong. She sighed.

"That's not what I meant." She said.

"What'd you mean, then?" He asked. His voice was hard.

"I meant what I said." She said.

"So you were judging me, yeah?"

"No I wasn't trying to judge you, Pietro! Why the hell would I, I don't even have a license! Gods, At least you have a car!" She said, turning her gaze to her window.

That's when the guilt hit. It started out as just a twinge, but not soon after that it was overwhelming him. He waited for her to say something to him, but there was nothing but the sound of the car. He looked at her out of the side of his eyes; trying to act as if he didn't care whether she was mad at him or not. But eventually he sighed, the silence was killing him. This always happened. His powers made him just fast in general, not only how fast he ran, but how fast he reacted to things, how fast he thought, how fast he changed subjects, and how fast his emotions switched. It happened so quickly that it seemed to the other person that he was having mood swings or something. And whenever it happened, he always either ended up getting mad himself, or getting the person he was talking to annoyed or upset. He turned to look at her.

"Theresa." He sighed guiltily. She merely looked at his reflection in the mirror and sniffed, folding her arms across her chest.

"Thereesaa."He whined.

"What the hell! Are you bipolar or something?" She yelled. He shrugged and she turned back to the mirror.

"Whatever. Just shut up talkin' to me."

"I didn't mean to make you heated with me. Please talk to me love." He said.

"No." She answered firmly.

"That's not what I had in mind." He mumbled. "Pleeease say something?" Finally, with a heavy sigh, 'Reese turned to him.

"You want me ta say somthin'?" She asked, her nostrils flared and eyes bulging. "Fine. Turn the car around. TAKE me back to the mansion. How 'bout that."

Pietro didn't hesitate to slam on the breaks and turn around.

"Anything you say Lady Theresa." He said.

"Don't get a damn attitude with me, Freakazoid!"

"Oh yeah, you're one to talk about getting an attitude Ms. I Break People's Fucking Wrists When They Try To Touch My Jewelry."

"What the hell ever your wrist isn't even broken anymore!"

"What kind of difference does that make? While it was still broken it hurt like hell!"

"I don't care!" She yelled.

"Oh you don't do you." He yelled back.

"Actually I don't give a damn!" She said 'matter of factly'.

"Well look here, ladies and gentlemen. The Queen of the Bitches lives up to her name doesn't she."

"What the HELL did you just call me?"

"Did I stutter? Does it SOUND like I'm stuttering to you?"

"Oh sorry I forgot. I don't speak Punk-ass, you'll have to translate."

"And I don't speak Psychotic-skank either."

"Well gee, it's a wonder you could understand what y'mamma was sayin' to you all while you was a kid, isn't it?"

"Do I have to stop the car?" He threatened.

"I don't give a damn if you stop the car!"

"I will stop this fucking car!" He threatened again.

"STOP THE DAMN CAR! DOES IT LOOK LIKE I CARE?" She said. Pietro slammed on the breaks, sending the car into a skidding halt in the middle of the street.

"Finally, something made you shut up."

"Kiss my ass, white boy."

"Oh yeah, if I get started now I should be able to finish by January." Finally 'Reese figured she had had enough and smacked him in the back of his head.

"Don't hit me." He said. She hit him again in the exact same fashion. She smirked when she saw his teeth grinding together.

"I said, don't hit me." He said between his teeth.

"Why?" Theresa asked. "WHAT'RE YOU GONNA DO?"

"YOU WANNA SEE WHAT I'M GONNA DO?" He yelled.

"YEAH!" She yelled back. Before she knew it, Quicksilver had pulled her to him by the back of her neck and was now kissing her incredibly roughly. She didn't know whether it was because he was still angry, or if this was just the normal thing for him; but one thing she did know was, she didn't mind. Closing her eyes in the heat of the moment, she happily began to kiss him back.

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"Ich schwöre, daß diese Frau der Tod von mir ist!" Kurt shouted down the hall as he made his way heatedly to his room. Hearing someone come up behind him, he turned around to see Remy and tried to manage a grin.

" 'Ey, 'old up dere, blue. What's got you so heated, I t'ought you ain't evah loose ya cool." He said, slinging an arm on his shoulder.

"It is zhat Myra. She is my partner for zhe science project." He answered.

"Well, what happened."

"I vent into her room so ve could work somezhink out for zhe presentation, and she was singink to her squirrel--

"She has a squirrel? She was singing? To a squirrel?"

"And I told her we needed to find out vhat ve vere goink to do and she explodes at me about how I vas invading her privacy and how I should have more respect blah blah blah. So I say to her: If ve don't work togezah, ve vill both fail zhe presentation, And she says: Fine. Zhen ve fail. And slams zhe door in my face. Gerade wie das."

"Well, what's de problem? I say: Go 'head an' fail." Remy replied. "Yo' need a break anyway, blue. Ev'ry time Remy sees you, you always say you got somet'in ta do. You gotta study, you got homework, you got a project. So what if you fail one presentation? What will dat bring you down to anyway, a 80?" He over dramatized.

"91." Kurt corrected him.

"You see? My point exactly! You need to loosen up, mon ami. Remy would take you out and get you wasted, maybe even get you a few femmes if I didn't think it would scar ya fo' life." Kurt shrugged.

"Now, here's what you do." Remy said, stepping in front of him and placing his hands on his shoulders. "Go to your room, and watch de t.v. alright?" Kurt nodded slowly.

"Try and relax, ok? Don' t'ink about school, or homework, or nuttin' educational. Jus' chill. I guarantee, you'll feel betta den you've eva felt befo'."

"Really?" Kurt asked.

"Look 'ere." Remy said. "If ya don't, den I'll study every night 'till finals."

Kurt grinned and left to his room. Rolling his eyes he thought to himself.

He vouldn't do zhat if zhe vorld depended on it.

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It had taken a good while before Theresa snapped back to her senses. She had been too caught up in the moment before to actually process what had happened and what was happening right now. But once it all finally caught up with her, her eyes shot open and she pushed Pietro away from her.

"What?" He asked in a breathy voice. Theresa looked off, her hands still on his shoulders, trying to figure out what it was that made her kiss him back and not even think about it.

"You alright?" He asked, concerned. He was still breathing hard. Actually, she was too. She nodded.

"Yeah." She said slowly. Pietro ran a thumb across her cheek.

"Then what's wrong?" He asked. Theresa sat back in the car seat and shook her head.

"Nothing, I just-- Can you just...take me back to the mansion?" She tried to let it out so to not offend him. Pietro looked at her pleadingly, but she kept her gaze away from him. It took all the strength she had; Theresa knew she couldn't look at him. What with how cute he was already combined with the pitiful little puppy-dog eyes look that he was giving, she was afraid that it would just set off whatever had happened in her before. Maybe even worse.

Sighing, Pietro sat back in his seat as well and shifted the car back into drive, making their way back to the mansion.

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The ride back was extremely uncomfortable for the both of them. Theresa still wondering why she would kiss Pietro and Pietro wondering what he had done to upset Theresa. Nervousness and tension were so thick in the air that you could cut it with a knife.

They both sat there after Quickie pulled into the garage. Finally Pietro shut the car off.

"I'll walk you back to your room." He said as 'Reese was about to get out of the car. She turned and looked at him.

"You don't have to do that." She replied.

"I want to." He told her. She managed to smile at him and they left the dark garage.

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Theresa had never been more relieved when they finally reached her room. What with the uncomfortable silence, it seemed like they were walking for hours. She placed her hand on the wall to keep her balance and took her key from inside of her slipper.

Just as she managed to get the door open, she turned when she heard Pietro's voice.

"Did I do something wrong?" Theresa looked down and sniffed.

"No, you didn't."

"Then what's the matter, Theresa?" He pleaded. She almost felt tears come to her eyes, she was so confused.

"Nothing, I'm fine. You didn't do anything wrong, it just felt too fast, you know? I'm okay, Max."

"What'd you call me?" He asked.

"Max. Your last name is Maximoff right? Or maybe I'll call you Maxi." She smiled, glad they had changed the subject.

"Oh, alright. Well, I guess we can hit the Wall-2-Wall Mart tomorrow night?"

"Sure." Quicksilver smiled.

"G'night, Theresa." He said, beginning to walk away. But before she could close the door Pietro called out to her.

"Hey wait. How do you say your middle name?"

"Like it's spelled." She laughed. "Say the J in French, you know, like you would in Jacques, and then say 'nay'."

"That's what I thought." He said, turning and walking off. "G'night, Janaé." He called. 'Reese rolled her eyes and closed the door behind her.

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Remy narrowed his eyes, seeing Pietro standing outside of 'Reese's room in conversation with her. After she finally went inside Remy decided he would see what was going on between them. He glared at Quicksilver all while he passed him.

"I jus' hope I don' have to kill de bastard." He mumbled to himself, making his way to Theresa's room.

Hey there everyone! Sorry it took a while to update, but you know how summer is, I've been busy doing stuff I ain't got no business, but hey, I'll be back soon with another chapter! And don't forget to review my Co-write story as well! Peace!