A/N: Slowly but surely I'm coming back! Please Don't kill me ! Haha

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

Storm rolled her eyes, finding it particularly difficult rummaging through her things and listening to Remy ramble on and on ...

"Remy, you never even knew the guy before last week." She turned and said to him finally.

"I don' care, Stormy." He retorted quickly. "I don' like th' bastard. Remy knows he's plottin'. Every time I see 'im he wit her... tryin' to steal her away from me."

"Oh, you mean when they're working on their science project together?" Ororo asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. "You know, you got this real problem with claiming things that aren't necessarily yours. I mean, she's not even your girlfriend." She said, finally finding an outfit and going into the bathroom to change.

"Hell, who's side you on, chere?" He could hear 'Ro sigh from the bathroom.

"I'm not choosing sides, stupid, you know I'm always on yours! I'm just tryin' to say that.. maybe just this once you could admit that you actually like her instead of playing all these damn games like you usually do!"

The Cajun sighed heavily and fell back on Theresa's bed. Groaning to himself, he sat back up once he discovered that it held her scent. There was no way to explain it. The only way he could put it into words was red. If the color red had a scent, that's what it would smell like. Theresa.

"I don' see why she can't say it first." He said while she stepped out of the bathroom. Storm moved closer to him and squeezed his cheeks.

"You are such a little boy." She said, slipping into some flip flops and grabbing her purse. "Come on, idiot."

"Quit callin' me names!" He whined, closing the door to her room behind them.

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"So what you feel like ridin' in today, chere?" Remy asked, zoning the garage.

"I feel like Angel's Porsche!" Storm answered quickly. The Cajun grinned. It was always Angel's Porsche Carrera.

"Done." He said, they came to the car and Remy picked the lock with ease.

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Pietro sat Indian style next to Theresa in the back of the mansion by the pool. They took turns glancing at each other, looking away and smiling whenever the other would catch them.

'Reese, not knowing what to do with herself, started to fiddle with the grass beneath her. That came to a cease though, when Pietro took her hand with his, and began to play with her fingers absent-mindedly.

"I'm sorry 'bout before, love." He said lowly. Theresa smiled.

"You said that already."

"Did I?" He asked. He brought her hand to his lips, brushing them across the back of it. "Maybe it bears repeating."

"Well, don't worry about it." Theresa answered. They sat there quietly for a minute or two. She looked off suddenly, and Quicksilver could tell that something else had entered her conscience. And when she tugged her hand away from his he could tell that it was, rather,someone else.

"Tell me what you're thinkin'?" He said, placing his hand on her knee. She looked at him uneasily, unable to find words, and he nodded.

"So the Cajun's been on your mind alot lately..." He noted aloud. All 'Reese could do was sigh. Denial would only make the entire situation more obvious.

"I just wish I understood what you see in the man. Or at least why you could like him so--"

"I dont like him!" Theresa said maybe a little too harshly. "Idon't. Like him. I just..."

"Can't stay away." Quicksilver filled in the sentence for her. "You don't like him, but you can't help but be drawn to him whenever he comes around. And whenever he's not, then he's all you can think about, am I right?"

Theresa looked at him dumbfounded. She tried her hardest to tell him that he was wrong, but in all reality he had taken the words right from her. And it wasn't just his expression that told her that this made him upset.

"Yeah. I know the feeling." He said before he stood heatedly.

"Where are you going?" 'Reese called after him.

"Doesn't matter." He snapped back. She stood quickly.

"Why are you mad at me you're the one that brought him up!" She yelled. Pietro stopped and walked back to her.

"Youreally think that, don't you?" He said, amazed at her naivety.

"Yeah, I do. You're the one that started this whole conversation, then all of a sudden you angry at me!"

"Well excuse me for being jealous, Theresa! I guess this is just a normal thing for you; to just think about other guys when someone that's actually interested in you is trying to get closer to you!"

Theresa stepped closer to him. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean that I like you, Theresa. I like you."

"Oh, so you're sayin' he doesn't?"

"I'm saying that he likes your body. He thinks you're hot, and that's all that he sees. He doesn't care about you! You can't tell me that you haven't heard about his reputation around here."

"What I've heard are rumors." 'Reese said firmly, folding her arms across her chest. Quicksilver shrugged.

"Fine." He said in an I-don't-really-care-anymore tone. "But I think you should take a closer look at guys like me or Kurt, or Scott. Then look at guys like Logan and Remy. Any guy can look at a girl and want to fuck her." He said to her almost evilly before walking away. Theresa could feel the blood rush to her face. Embarrassment, rage, and guilt coursed through her veins and she fought back the tears that were making their way into her eyes.

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Remy and Ororo pulled into the parking lot of The Sunset Spa after about a half an hour drive.

"Umm. What are we doing here?" Storm asked. This had to be a joke. Remy was not the usual type to tend a spa.

"Well, chere. Remy t'ought dat his Stormy would like to feel as beautiful as she is for a change." He answered, giving her a toothy grin. 'Ro sighed.

"Remy, you need an appointment to get into this place. You can't just walk up in there." She crossed her arms and huffed. The Cajun was almost hurt by her remark, but brushed it off, and smiled.

He sighed. " 'Roro, I made an appointment for you last week. So yeah we can." He mimicked her almost perfectly, crossing his arms and huffing. He looked back over to her and saw the grin stretch across her face. She punched him in the arm playfully when he began to laugh.

"You freakin' loser." She said. "Let's go." She said, removing her seatbelt.

"Non, non, chere. Dis is where you get out. Jus' call me when your ready." Storm's expression changed immediately.

"What? Thats not fair, why aren't you coming?"

"Sorry, 'Ro. Powder and pedicures ain't for Gambit."

"Well you don't have to get one with me, just come in!" she whined.

"I don' want to, chere." Storm looked at the Cajun in a way only a girl who wanted her way could. Her eyes wide and sad and her lips pouting.

"Uh-uh, don' try dat." Remy said firmly.

"Pleeease?" She kept the face glued on, and Remy fought hard not to cave.

"Nope." Ororo knew that she had to use desperate measures now. But it always worked. Especially on Remy Labeau.

"Fine." She said gloomily exiting the car and making her way to the entrance. She could almost time the moment that the guilt struck him. She grinned when she heard the driver's door slam shut.

"I'm not leavin' the lobby. Damned weather witch." He said. She only smiled more.

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Remy and Storm made their way to the hostess' counter, where a dark haired woman of no more than 24 was standing. The moment she looked at Remy she couldn't tear her eyes away.

"Good morning, can I help you two?" She asked. Her eyes were almost as shockingly as Ororo's besides the fact that her's were a exotic green compared to 'Ro's sparkling blue.

"Yes you can! 'Cause I have an appointment." Storm said loud enough for the entire lobby to hear. Remy couldn't help but notice how the hostess was eying him. He flashed her a grin that brought her back to reality.

"Name?" She turned to 'Ro

"Lebeau." She answered. The woman pulled out some paper and a pen and placed them in front of Storm.

"Ok, would you mind filling this out so we can know all that we can help you with today?" She said in a very rehearsed tone. Storm took the paper eagerly, making check marks in all the possible areas.

The hostess, who's name tag read 'Jasmine', still had her eyes on the Cajun, so Remy figured it wouldn't hurt to humor her. He met her eyes and smiled at her again. It didn't faze her as much this time but he could still see the effect it had on her quite clearly. She looked him up and down, continuously, and bit her lip. Remy raised an 'oh really?' eyebrow and grinned evilly at her. She giggled.

Hmm... Remy thought to himself. She's done dis befo'. He definitely could tell when she started fingering the ends of her hair that she was no amateur. But at the same time, he knew for a fact that she had nothing on him. He waited until he saw that Storm was almost done filling out the paper and snuck a wink at Jasmine. He almost couldn't hold in the laughter building up in him when she practically jumped and began to blush furiously.

Storm handed her back the papers and she regained her composure as quickly as she could manage.

"Great, now if you'll just follow me." She said, leading Storm off into the back. Storm waved at Remy and he just shook his head. Jasmine managed to get a last look in at him before he went to have a seat. Remy laughed to himself. It was moments like that where he was positive that he had perfected his art.

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Remy flipped through his third magazine. It was a really nice lobby. He sat on a dark green couch at scoped out everyone that came into the place. He hadn't been waiting for twenty minutes when his phone went off. He reached the small object out of his pocket.

"Yeah." He answered it.

"Where's the remote?" Remy sighed heavily. It was Logan.

"Why don't you get off yo' ass an' look for it?" Remy asked, annoyed already by Wolverine.

"Kiss my ass, Gumbo, do you know where it is or not." His gruff voice came through the receiver. Remy was just about to comeback at Logan when the bare legs of a certain hostess caught his eye. He looked up and she was standing about 12 feet away with her hands behind her back smiling shyly. He smirked when she waved him over.

"Call you back, Wolvie." He said, closing his phone and putting it back into his pocket. The Cajun made his way smoothly over to her, stopping exceptionally close to her.

"Shouldn' you be workin', chere?" He lifted an eyebrow, placing his hands in his pocket. She laughed.

"I decided to take my break early." She leaned against the wall behind her.

"Well, you won' hear no complaints from me."

"So you're treating you girlfriend?" She asked, briefly breaking the exchange of flirty remarks. Remy snickered.

"Non, chere. Nottin' like dat."

"Oh..." She said, failing miserably to hide the relieved tone in her voice. "I was just asking because, you might be sitting here for a while and I thought you might like a...tour." She said almost growled. "You know, I could show you everything."

" 's that so?" Remy asked. He recognized an invitation anywhere. "An' where does dis tour lead to exactly, chere." The young hostess tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Well, I could show you alot better than I could tell you." She answered, lacing her fingers with his.

"I think I'ma like dis place." The Cajun stated before she led him in the opposite direction that she had Ororo.

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Storm, after about three hours of spa therapy, finally emerged from the doors to find Remy waiting outside, smoking. He looked up at her and quickly stomped out his cigarette.

"I t'ought you'd nevah come out." He said annoyed as they finally made their way to the car. Storm sighed dreamily.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I feel wonderful." She said, climbing into the car and closing the door next to her. Remy revved up the engine.

"Ha. Well, I guess dat's all dat mattas den." He grinned, flicking a finger under her chin and pulling out of the parking lot.

The two sat in silence for a while. Storm kept stealing glances at Remy while he kept his eyes on the road.

"So, I think that hostess had a little thing for you." 'Ro finally stated. The Cajun merely chuckled.

"Think so?" He smiled to Ororo. They both laughed.

"Fine! And don't worry about this whole thing with 'Reese and Pietro, she's just in denial."

The Cajun went silent. His stomach turned into ice. He had forgotten all about Theresa in his cloud of sexual frustration. But in less than a second he shook it off. Storm couldn't know about the hostess.

"Well, it's taking her alot longer to fall under that spell of yours, but you know it's coming. I mean... everybody knows that yall like each other, so..."

"That so, chere?" Remy asked deadpan. Everyone knew except forTheresa, anyway. "Come on, let's go to McDeeny's." He said, just now noticing the growing growl in his stomach.

Later That Night ...

Theresa lay in her bed, wide awake. Those same words kept circling through her mind.

Any guy can look at a girl and want to fuck her.

The simple fact that he would say those words to her; Especially in the specific way that he chose to present them, tore her in half. There was no telling where they came from. Jealousy, rage, hurt, caring, sympathy; any of those could have made him say it. He could've just been jealous that she was showing Remy so much attention; that he wasn't the womanizer that he was. Or maybe he was truly concerned about her well-being.

Finally, overcome with confusion and frustration, she sat up in her bed.She was about to turn on the television when two long beeps sounded out of nowhere. She jumped, looking around frantically for a smoke detector or burglar system. There was neither, but she did catch a small glowing blue light under Storm's bed.

'Reese leaned in closer, making sure it wasn't something that she didn't want to touch. There were letters on the light. Finally her curiosity overtook her and got out of her bed. She reached under her bed and felt the object. Still not being able to tell what the thing was, she picked it up.

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It was Storm's phone. She had forgotten it when her and Jean went out earlier.

She didn't think twice before opening it. It was 'Ro's own fault, she shouldn't have left the thing. She only did once she read that it was from Remy. But she wasn't going to fight her curiosity. It was too late for that. Without any further hesitation, she pressed the 'OK' button.

where u stormy? i need 2 tell u sumthin.

'Reese fought with herself for over 5 minutes over whether she should respond or not. She hadn't spoken to Remy since the day before, and he hadn't even sought her out. Half of her didn't want to ever speak to him again, and the other wanted to just flat out ask him how he felt. But she knew she could never do any of those. She sighed before hitting 'Reply'.

she's not here. i think her & jean went out.

Yawning loudly, she sat the phone on the dresser next to her bed before climbing lazily back into it. She didn't even get the chance to close her eyes before the phone beeped again.

im glad u aint go with them. i aint seen my chere all day.

Theresa couldn't stop the smile from spreading on her lips. If there was one thing she couldn't stand about the Cajun, it was the way that he could make her smile without even being around. And the way he made her heart skip. The list actually went on. But she stopped herself and hit 'Reply' again.

yeah i missed u 2day. She replied, that grin still stuck on her face.

hmm...really?... Remy texted back. 'Reese rolled her eyes.

no. dumbass.

already been sed chere. remy misst his reesey 2. Theresa squealed and snuggled into the sheets. He probably knew it too, she figured. He knew everything else about her.

wahtevr. She sent back. She never thought it possible that Remy Lebeau could even form those words, much less tell them to someone.

come outside. 'Reese sat up. Once again her heart had caught in her chest.

why?

bcuz. She shrugged. He had a good point.

im not dressed. She struggled to find an excuse.

hmm. well n that case remy will come there. She squealed again, blushing terribly.

hell no u wont!

jus come dwn here

UGH. fine. 10 min.

'Reese got up from her bed and stumbled for the light. Once she got it on, she immediately decided to change. He hadn't seen her all day, so she might as well look cute for him. She pulled one of her still unpacked suitcases from under her bed and searched for her froggie p.j's. Clothes were being scattered all over the floor. She sighed frustratedly once she found them at the very bottom. But quickly put them on. They weren't you're average sleep-in-every-night pajama's. They were the kind that girl's bought specifically for slumber parties and boyfriends. The outfit consisted of incredibly revealing shorts with baby frog faces all over them, a white baby tank top with a frog face in the middle, and huge frog-shaped slippers.

Figuring she wouldn't be gone that long, 'Reese kept the door unlocked and hurried downstairs.

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Remy sat outside at one of the stone tables strategically planted all around the mansion and put out the cigarette he had been staring at for two minutes. He couldn't even put it to his mouth. He had spent the entire day from the moment he and Storm got back to the mansion, thinking about the previous events that had taken place that morning.

It hadn't been the first time that Remy had bedded a woman he had just met. That was known to everyone. But it made him feel sick. Though, at the same time, it wouldn't classify as cheating. Him and Theresa weren't a couple, but he still felt as though there was a boulder in his gut. He knew it was wrong what he had done. And he needed to talk to Storm. She was the only one that could make the feeling go away. He couldn't tell 'Reese. She would never speak to him again. It had taken this long already to get her to warm up, and he was feeling like he had just thrown that away. He looked down at his hand and noticed that there was a glow coming from it. He had charged the cigarette.

"Fuck." He said before throwing it. It exploded louder than he thought it would and diminished quietly onto the grass. He calmed eventually, and grinned when he heard the sliding of the glass door.

Remy turned to greet her and turned back around just as quickly, groaning loudly when he saw what she was wearing.

"Ugh. Why do you do dis to me, chere." Theresa smiled. It felt good to have the upper hand on the Cajun every now and then.

"What the hell are you talking about?" She said, stopping next to the Cajun. He glanced at her quickly, as if he were trying his best not to look at her.

"You teasin' Remy, chere. Don' play dumb eitha' you know you doin' it." She laughed and sat on the table in front of him.

"Whatever.I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah, okay." Gambit finally humored her. "So what my 'Reesey do today wit'out Remy." He said running his rough hands up and down her calf muscles and behind her knees.

"Not much. Quit." She answered, swatting his hands away. Even though they both knew that's exactly what she wanted. Especially when she didn't stop him when he replaced them.

"Y'had to do somethin' chere." He said. She shrugged and looked off.

"Hung out with Pietro." She attempted to please him with an answer. When she saw his expression it was clear that she had done all but that.

"What is this thing with yall? Or do you just not like each other?"

"Hmm. So Speedy must'a mentioned Remy, non?" He asked, sitting up and leaning away from Theresa.

"Yeah, he did. Would you like to know what he said?" Remy just shrugged. But she knew he wanted to know.

"He said that you didn't care about me and that you were only paying attention to me was because you wanted to do me." She answered casually. She noted the fact that he was already clenching his jaws.

"And he told me that he liked me." Remy's eyes almost glowed when the words left her.

"Bastard." He said lowly. 'Reese's eyebrows furrowed, and she looked off, sighing quietly. Remy forgot about his rage toward Quicksilver and his face softened when he saw Theresa's expression.

"Come 'ere, chérie." He held his hands out for her, and she stood from the table and sat on his lap.

"We've been ova' dis befo', chere. About de femmes. You don' t'ink de same don' apply to dese bastards too?"

"I guess."

"He's only de first one too. All dese fools gonna try an' steal my 'Reesey away."

"Good. Cause I'm sick of you." 'Reese said, examining her fingernail.

"Really..." Remy replied, squeezing her thighs.

"Stop! Ugly..." Theresa laughed.

"You t'ink Remy's ugly?" The Cajun laughed, kissing the base of her neck. He grabbed hold of her when she squealed and almost fell back, and did not remove his lips for a second.

"Quit it ugly! STOOOOP!" She yelled. He finally did, a grin a mile wide on his face. Theresa's eyes locked with his and for that instant nothing else existed, and it just seemed natural when their lips met.

This was only the second time Theresa kissed Remy but already the feeling was so familiar. Smoke and mint. That's what he tasted like, and it was heaven. All she felt was his closeness. She couldn't have asked for anything else.

The only broke away for a second when Remy lifted her and moved her higher up on his lap. He looked up at her and took all of her in. Her chocolate eyes were passionately half closed, her lips parted and her hair was tousled. The Cajun had never seen a more desirable creature in his life. He took a few strands of her hair and played with them. Theresa watched him, playing with her hair as if he was a child, and almost laughed. He looked at her again and caught her lips with his again.

'Reese's mind went wild. The entire thing was perfect.

Ok. Right now I'm tired. I'll do my editing and stuff tomorrow, I'm just going to post this as it is because I'm gonna go to bed. Thanks for reading I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever. I'm not gone, just suffering from severe writer's block!