A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back again, with yet another chapter. You know it never really occurred to me, but this is gonna be a pretty long story, with the whole plot I have, Oh yes, and Sabretooth will be making an appearance very shortly! Oh well, here's your update.

I'm really sorry I haven't updated in so long. I've been really busy and seemed to just stop all my fictions. But I'm trying to get back on track, and this will be my second update for 2007!

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

'Reese had barely enough time to take her hair out of the ponytail it was in before there was a knock at the door. Sighing, she turned and opened it, not too happy to see that it was Remy. She rolled her eyes walked over to her bed, kneeling down and unzipping one of her bags which she still hadn't unpacked since she first arrived.

"Can I help you?" She asked, already annoyed with the Cajun. He closed the door behind him and took a seat on Storm's collapsed bed.

"What the hell was dat? Do I have to kill him? I'll kill him!" He warned, gesturing towards the door. 'Reese pulled out the items she was looking for; a pair of blue mesh shorts that had two black stripes running down them, and a blue bandanna.

"What are you talking about?" She asked, removing her warm-up jacket.

"I'm talkin' 'bout dat bastard Pietro." He answered. "Don' try an' play wit me, chere. I know what was goin' on ova here."

"And what was that, Remy?" Theresa asked, deadpan.

"He was tryin' to come on t' m'chere. Tryin' to steal her from me, de dirty--

"Remy. Stop! Pietro is my partner for the science project, ok? NOTHING ELSE. He walked me back to my room, ok? Damn! You know, you should act more like him instead'a jus' bein' jealous."

"Jealous? Please. Remy don' even know wat dat means." Theresa rolled her eyes.

"You know what, never mind. You go ahead and keep bein' a dumbass, I'll be gettin' dressed." She snapped. She didn't even wait for him to answer before stepping into the bathroom in her and Ororo's dorm. Remy turned the t.v. on and laid down on Theresa's bed.

Theresa stepped out of the bathroom, now dressed for bed. She had kept the tank on and put on the shorts and tied the bandanna around her hair. Feeling physically, and mentally exhausted from the entire day, she folded her arms and looked at Gambit.

"Get out of my bed." She said. Remy looked up her and smiled, raising his eyebrow.

"Make me." He said simply.

"Get off my bed NOW REMY!" She yelled. He clearly was ignoring her and this set Theresa off. She was about to storm over to him, but instead stubbed her toe on her still unpacked suit case, which was lying in the middle of the floor.

"AH SHIT!!!" Groaning angrily to herself, she dropped down on her knees and began to heatedly unpack her clothes. Getting up, she stomped over to the closet and began to snatch hangers from the rack.

Remy watched her like a curious seven year old as she shoved her clothes into the closet and jammed the others into the dresser.

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Scott and Jean sat outside by the pool, dipping their feet in the illuminated water. The night was still, and the moon shone brightly. The only sounds audible were the soft splashes of the pool and the wind through the trees. Cyclops was silent, kicking his feet slightly, while Jean watched him, admiring the light reflecting on his face.

"Find what you were looking for?" Scott broke their silence. Jean blinked.

"What?"

"You were scanning, Jean." He said, swinging his legs out from the water. "I think I've known you long enough to notice when you're reading my mind." She smiled and kissed him lightly on his lips.

"I'm sorry. It gets to be a habit sometimes."

"You know what the Professor told you about making your powers a habit, Jean--

"Scott," Jean cut him off. "Can we talk about someone else besides the Professor? It's me and you sitting here, we're not in school now."

"I'm sorry." Scott smiled. He reached to Jean and tucked her hair behind her ear. "It just gets to be a habit sometimes."

"Whatever." Jean shoved Scott. They both grinned, looking into each other's eyes. But Jean's smile faded away, and she looked back into the glowing water. Scott's expression changed quickly.

"What's the matter?" He asked. Jean sighed and looked up to the stars, as if she was searching them for something.

"Nothing." She said. She looked over at Scott and at the ground, examining her fingernails. "I know about the bet you have going with Remy; you and Logan."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Scott, I'd normally think you knew better."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean there's a person's feelings on the line here. If she finds out--

"Why would she find out?"

"Does it really matter? You could end up really hurting Theresa, and Remy." Scott sighed and looked down, his normal gesture of defeat. Jean figured he meant, 'you're right, I'm sorry' and changed the subject.

"Do you think we're boring?" Scott looked up.

"What?" He asked.

"As a couple. Do you think we're boring?" Scott grew a smile a mile wide.

"Is that what's been bothering you?"

"What's so funny?" Jean grew defensive.

"Jean, what kind of question is that? Have you been somewhere else or something lately?"

Jean looked pretty lost, then rolled her eyes, growing more and more frustrated by the second. Scott's smile softened, but stayed put.

"Honey, in the past week we've played the best game of extreme hide 'n' seek we've ever had, we've had a pool war, you've seen me run through the halls naked, we've judged a dance-off, seen Logan pop-lock, I've been crowned free-style king, we've been banned from the mall, I've been publicly humiliated, and we've seen Remy go one-on-one with a disgruntled clown. You think that's boring?"

Jean laughed, remembering the eventful week they had had.

"Look Jean. Everyone has their posts, ok? Storm and Logan are the wild reckless ones, Remy and Theresa are the crazy bad influences, and we're the level-headed ones. Do you know how much trouble we'd be in everyday if we weren't?" He said, lifting Jean's face with his fingers.

"That's why we all work, sweetheart. We are as far from boring as you can get, ok?" Jean smiled.

"Geez, you're dumb." She said before throwing her arms around him. Scott could hear the quiet 'I love you' muffled in his shoulder. It was like heaven hearing her say that to him.

"Come on." He said, taking her hand and pushing themselves off of the ground. They began walking inside and Scott, out of nowhere, scooped Jean up into his arms and blushing when she squealed his name.

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"Look Remy," Theresa yelled after kicking all of her unpacked suitcases under the bed, "Did you come here just to bug me, or is there a reason you're in my room right now, 'cause I'm really not in the mood for your shit, ok?" The Cajun looked up at her.

"Somet'in' boddarin' you, 'Reesey?" He said. She shrugged, wiping her nose on her shoulder and sniffing.

"No." She finally said. Remy raised an eyebrow, making it known that she wasn't fooling him.

"Don' try an' fool me, chere. 's pretty damn 'ard to do dat." She stood fast and glared at him. Remy sighed and patted the area next to him.

"Sit."

"No." She retorted quickly. Remy shrugged.

"Not movin' 'till y'talk to me, chere." Theresa knew that he wasn't joking and sighed heavily.

"Move your retarded ass over." She said. Remy chuckled and did as he was told. 'Reese sat by him then fell backwards, lacing her fingers together across her tummy.

"So what's boddarin' you?" He said, turning to look her in the eye. He looked up out of the window when he heard rain start to fall outside.

"Nothing." She lied. With that Remy scooted up further on the back of the bed, sitting up against the bedpost.

"Ain' no use lyin', 'Reesey." Remy replied coolly, running a hand through his hair. Theresa just shrugged.

"Come here, chere." He sighed, gesturing towards himself. She looked back at him, eyebrow raised.

"Why?" He rolled his eyes and grinned. His eyes glowing.

"Jus' come here. Remy know how to make his 'Reesey feel better." He said as she laid on his lap.

"If you try anything I will make you chop off your own--

"Chere, chere. Come now, why would Remy try somet'in' like that?" He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her. 'Reese rested her head on his shoulder, turning to the curve of his neck. He heard her sigh.

"See? Better already, non?" He said looking down on her. In all his years of womanizing he had at least learned one thing that women sincerely like. Cuddling!

"Mm hmm."

"Now, tell Remy what's de matter wit his Reesey Piecey's." She took a while before she answered.

"Alot of things." She finally dragged out.

"Wha' kind of t'ings?" Remy looked down at her, her eyes were closed and she sighed heavily as she wrapped her arms around him as well.

"School...grades...family...Pietro..." The Cajun loosened his grip on Theresa as the last name slipped from her mouth. Just hearing her say another man's name made him clench his jaw.

"I don't wanna talk about it." Theresa finally finished.

" 's gon come out eventually, chere. Might as well do it now when it's jus' us." When she was silent he finally came to realize that by just asking her, he was getting nowhere slowly.

"What's wrong wit' yo' grades, chere." He tried. She hesitated but finally answered.

"I'm failing math." She answered. Remy's eyebrows slowly went together.

"...How you failin' math an' you ain't been here a month, chere?" He asked confusedly.

"I'm really bad at math."

"Damn. I ain't know you was dat bad--

"Unless you plan on tutoring me you can shut the hell up." 'Reese snapped.

"Why don' you ask Jeannie or Scott. Dey the brains." He suggested. "Or jus' stay after class. Angel tutors Remy t'inks."

"I'll do it later." Theresa dismissed the subject.

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Logan tossed his hair out of his face as he continued to scrub the Cheese Whiz and Whipped Cream off of the floor.

"You misshed shome." 'Ro said, sitting in a chair in front of him, nibbling on Oreo's. Wolverine looked up at her and smirked.

"Y'know, you helped make this mess as much as I did, Storm."

"Yeah, but you look so sexy cleaning it up." She grinned.

"Is that why I had to take my shirt off?" She shrugged.

"Maybe." Logan chuckled.

"Maybe, huh?" He said, continuing his task.

"Well, most of it. Did I say you could talk? Shut up and clean!" Storm commanded, leaning further into the chair and beaming.

"Well, could you at least explain why I had to take my pants off? And why I have to wear these damn gloves?" He said, refering to the elbow-length yellow latex cleaning gloves Ororo had made him put on earlier.

"Because." 'Ro answered. "It tickles me. Now shut up, I'm gonna go take a shower." She said, getting up from the chair and making her way to the main stairwell.

Logan, seeing her descending down the hall, quickly removed the gloves, and threw the wet sponge on the floor. Grinning to himself, he decided to sneak after her...maybe he could get a few peeks, if he got lucky.

"Don't think I don't know you're tryin' to follow me, Logan!" 'Ro called behind her. She giggled when she heard the clearly audible snarl come from down the stairs.

Logan growled and went back to scrubbing the floor, grumbling loudly to himself the entire time. He heard someone come in from the back and looked up. Seeing Scott and Jean come through he yelled.

"Don't step on the damn floor, I'm cleaning." He said. Scott laughed.

"Excuse us, Ma'am." He said. Logan threw the sponge down and stood up.

"Hey!" Scott said. "You take another step towards me and I'll call 'Ro down here."

Logan balled his hands into fists so hard that they would see the veins popping out in his arms. But he silently went back to his duties.

"That's what I thought." Scott said as they went around the kitchen. He started humming the Mr. Clean theme song as they reached the staircase and Logan made a mental note to beat the shit out of him later.

"Asshole." He grumbled.

Well there it is! I'm sorry I didn't have more RoLo, I'm really rusty as you can see, but I promise as soon as I get this ball rolling again it'll be as good as the first chapters and hopefully better. But for now review and tell me what I should work on!