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

"I'm bored." Jean sighed. The six mutants stood outside of the mansion, each off in their own minds. It was Friday, and the weekend that lay ahead was unclear to all of them.

"Please, I'm bored." Logan challenged.

"You're bored? I--

"Let's all say it!" Scott finally said, receiving evil glances from everyone.

"So what are we gonna do." Storm finally asked.

"I know what we need to do." Theresa answered, sitting on the Cajun's lap. "We need to get jobs." Although she was overwhelmed with aggravated sighs from the boys, Jean and Storm perked their heads up at the notion.

"That's not a bad idea at all!" Jean perked up. With the extra money they earned, there would be a lot less sitting around with nothing to do for the mutants.

"I'm applying with Scott!" Ororo yelled.

"That's not fair!" Jean yelled back. 'Ro shrugged.

"Oh well!"

"I call Red." Remy stated. Theresa turned around uncomfortably to face him.

"Oh really?" She asked dangerously. Remy just shrugged his shoulders.

"Well," Logan said, leaning against the wall of the institute. "Fuck y'all very much."

"Yeah!" Theresa agreed. "What, me and Logan aren't good enough for you all?"

"Oh come on, Theresa." Jean rolled her eyes. Both of them were being ridiculous.

"Yeah, it's just that...we just think we'd get fired more quickly if we worked with one of you." Scott tried his best to put it lightly.

"If we go' hired at all." Gambit added. Scott cut his eyes at him. He wasn't helping at all. That was made even more evident when 'Reese jumped off of the Cajun, and repositioned herself next to Logan.

"Ok well, all of you guys can kiss our asses!" She said. "Cause we are going to get jobs!"

"And we'll be rakin' in more than your sorry asses." Wolverine said cooly.

"Please, me and Scott will be mopping up the FLOOR with you guys, right Scott?" Storm smirked.

"Damn straight, babe." Cyclops winked from behind his shades.

"An' we jus' speak fo' ourselves." Remy challenged, pulling Jean closer to him. "Dey'll be beggin' us t'work for them right after dey kick you four out."

"No one can resist team Red Hott!" Jean cheered. Everyone nearly scoffed at Jean.

"Um, more like Red Not! Maybe yall can get hired at the zoo but i doubt anywhere else." Theresa grinned evilly.

"Are you calling us ugly?" Jean asked lowly.

"I sure am."

"Among other things." Logan added.

" 'Ave you two checked a mirror while yo' talkin' bout us?" Remy said, peeking at them from over his shoulder.

"Remy, out of everyone here you don't need to talk," 'Reese said. "You should know better than anyone present that once you go black you never go back."

"An' you should know that once you go Cajun, you don' need no persuasion."

"And once you go red, you'll never leave the bed."

"Well once you go white, I'll get your credit right."

"And once you go tribal, you can't hold me liable."

"Uh huh and once you try Logan, you'll say 'fuck them other slogans'." Everyone stopped and stared at the Wolverine, and burst into a fit of laughter.

"First paycheck to whoever lands a job first." Scott offered.

"Screw that! Highest pay." 'Reese countered him.

"You got it." He answered. "We start next week." As those words left his mouth, Scott and Logan alike were reminded of a previous that would also be determined that weekend. Remy met both of their glances and grinned.

"Remy's gonna be loaded by time dis is ova'."

Later that day...

Remy stood outside smoking and thinking to himself. It wasn't even close to being dark, but there had been nothing to do since classes had been let out. He had been thinking of the wager that they had all made earlier. There was no doubt in his mind he and Jean would emerge the victors. Any place with a woman in a manager position would be easy for them to nail, with Remy being on the team. He had just started to think of places they could apply when his thoughts were interrupted.

"Is your name Remy?" He heard a voice. He looked up to see a young blonde standing in front of him. Remy's eyebrows shot up, she was stunning, even though she was quite obvious she was a few years younger than him.

"Depends on who's askin', petite." He answered, tossing the little stick off to his side. The girl smiled shyly at the Cajun.

"Well, I'm Kate. I'm new here and I thought you were cute so I asked around about you..." She answered. Gambit's mouth turned up into a wicked grin.

"...So?" She urged. He chuckled, before answering.

"Oui, chere. Remy Lebeau." He answered, gently capturing both of her hands before bringing them up to his lips. "An' I don' bite, dalin'." He let them back down after kissing them gently, and the girl was already flustered beyond repair.

"Um, well...ok. I guess I'll see you later then?" She stammered, beginning to back away from the older mutant.

"No guess, petite." He smirked when the girl turned bright crimson before walking away.

"You're pathetic." He heard from behind him. The Cajun turned to see a very skeptical Storm glaring at him. She nodded at him, with her arms folded firmly across her chest, waiting for an explanation. Remy rolled his eyes at Ororo. As well as they got along, 'Ro's controlling nature sometimes worked his last nerve.

"She came to me, Stormy. What you expect, huh?" He answered turning back around, clearly agitated. Although, it was just as clear that Storm wasn't having it.

"A freshman, Remy?" She retorted. Remy snapped back at her.

"Storm, you could spare me dis speech at least once. Just drop it, chere." His words cut so sharply, he could see Ororo wince at his harshness. But she quickly regained her composure before making her way back into the mansion quietly. The clouds quickly beginning to gather didn't go unnoticed by him either.

It wasn't long at all before he felt the guilt start to twist in his gut. He would definitely have to apologize. But it would be hard to explain the true reason why he had jumped on her. The hostess was still in his mind. And as much as he tried to throughout the course of the day, he could not get her image out of his head.

He looked up to the sky, which was slowly beginning to drip around him, and groaned loudly. But a familiar voice caught his attention. The Cajun zoned the entire courtyard, until he zeroed in. It was Theresa.

And Pietro.

His jaw clenched as he watched them. Although he could only hear a little, their body language, her smiling, him grabbing the hem of her shirt and whispering in her ear, was loud enough. But he was knocked out of his concentration when their voices became clearer.

"What are you about to do." Pietro asked her, now holding both of her hands.

"I don't know... probably hang with Remy and everyone else."

"The hell with him, you should chill with me." Remy's eyes narrowed. 'Reese laughed.

"Ok, I will." She smiled at him.

"I'll hunt you down if you're lying." He laughed back.

"Ok! I promise." She cooed in a way that only girls did. Remy had the mindset to kill by this time. He finally released her hands and stared after her as she made her way towards the mansion.

Remy eyed her as she finally came up to him and all but snatched her to him by her abdomen.

"So 'Reesey ain' got time fo' Remy now?" He said lowly. Theresa raised an eyebrow at the Cajun and promptly removed his hands from her.

"You aren't allowed to touch me." She said smirking. "And why do you care? I'm too ugly for anyone on team Red Hott." Remy flared his nostrils as she brushed past him, leaving him outside alone. He looked up to see a very cheery Pietro waving his fingers at him, before prancing away to taunt him.

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Remy made his way to his room. Seeing that Logan wasn't there, he assumed he was off somewhere with 'Ro. Especially since he had just upset her. Logan always went to her when there was a sudden weather change. His glowing cellphone caught his attention as it vibrated across his shelf. He picked it up and flipped it open, confused with what he saw.

1 New Message

Eyebrows creased, he pressed 'OK' and read it. It was from an unknown number.

Hey, i had fun the other day... we shud get 2gether again soon -jasmin

Remy stood bewildered for the longest time. He figured she must have gotten his number while he was at the Spa. It was beyond him exactly how she could have done it, but he shrugged it off, and pressed reply.

How bout 2nyte?

Finally! Yay Review plz???