A/N: Okay another update, I'm really trying to keep up with all of this stuff, so here we go. I thought the last chapter was a little empty anyway so yeah!

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

Very Early the Next Morning…

Remy returned to the mansion quietly, as to not wake any other mutants, not including the ones that did not sleep due to their mutation. Figuring the front door would most easily give him away, he entered the side glass doors. Looking around into the living room, he saw that the coast was clear fro him to sneak his was in.

"Late Night?" The Cajun froze at the thick German voice beside him. Kurt looked up at the clearly spooked mutant and grinned.

"Miene lips are sealed, friend. Relax." He offered. The Cajun looked around again, but seeing that Kurt and he were presumably the first ones up, he relaxed for the most part and joined him at the counter.

"What you doin' up so early, blue?" Remy groaned hoarsely. The blue mutant blew on the steaming mug of mysterious liquid he had been brewing when he had came in and sipped on it before finally answering.

"I'm alvays up zhis early." Kurt answered, grinning. "But I zhink zhe real question is: what were you doing out so long?" Remy chuckled bitterly. Kurt couldn't help but tie that together with his raspy voice, evidently sore muscles, and the dark circles under his eyes. "Or should I say who?" Nightcrawler's smile faded once he figured that he Cajun didn't find it nearly as amusing. Remy ran his hand through his messy, unclean hair and sighed.

"Maybe you should tell me now vhat's bozhering you, before it becomes too much for you to handle and comes out zhe wrong vay." The blue one said softly, drinking again from the mystery mug. Remy couldn't possible pass up the chance to release himself. Especially after he was pissed Ororo off the day before. So it seemed relatively harmless, or it might been the heavy buzz that was still upon him from the previous hours.

"T'is dis easy femme, works at de spa I sen' Stormy to de otha' day."

"Easy?" Kurt asked, confused.

"Oui, home. De easiest."

"So you feel guilty about zhis girl." Kurt concluded.

"I don' know."

"…Because of Theresa." He concluded further. Remy sighed heavily.

"Don' know."

"…But you're going to keep doing it. Because she won't give in to you." Remy's eyes narrowed at the blue mutant.

"So did you imagine zhat she was Theresa? Or did you just not look at her at all?"

"Careful, Elf." The Cajun warned.

"Forgive me, Gambit." Kurt said heatedly, "It truly is not my business. But you'll excuse me if I have trouble understanding your behavior. Oh, and I believe I'll pass on your advice about my personal life also." He said before turning to leave. Remy grabbed him by the collar before he could move away.

"If yo' breathe a word –" He started. Nightcrawler brushed his hand away.

"I told you I vould not, and I meant zhat. But zhat doesn't mean zhat you shouldn't." Kurt said before exiting.

"Damn it." He cursed himself. If the elf could figure him our this easily, Jean was bound to have a ball with him later. He groaned again loudly before sneaking up the stairs to his room .The one thing he didn't do the night before was sleep.

Theresa woke up to Storm making her bed, still in her pajamas. 'Ro turned at the sound of 'Reese stirring.

"Up, jerk?" She grinned. 'Reese stretched and yawned.

"Why am I a jerk again?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Well, you were officially dubbed a jerk when you ditched us for Quicksilver all yesterday." She grinned. "What exactly did you two do that was so great anyway?" She asked accusingly. Theresa rolled her eyes at the goddess.

"We didn't do that." 'Ro opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by 'Reese.

"Or that. Nothing like that!" Storm giggled.

"Well then what did you do?" Theresa shrugged.

"Played video games, talked… and he might have kissed me a little." Storm gasped loudly and stared at her, mouth agape.

"I thought you didn't do anything 'like that'!"

"We didn't!" Theresa argued.

"Oh so making out isn't like that?"

"I didn't say we made out!"

"I doesn't matter what you said, I know what you meant!"

"Ugh. Whatever, loser." Theresa said before walking into the bathroom to brush her teeth. 'Ro fluffed her pillow and grinned at her work. But rolled her eyes immediately when she saw 'Reese's bed. But she shrugged. Theresa definitely wasn't going to make her own bed, so she got back to work.

"You know, 'Reese," Storm yelled over the running sink, "This whole juggling thing you're doing isn't going to work for much longer."

"Right. This whole juggling thing." Theresa mocked her while she scrubbed her teeth.

"I'm actually serious. Something bad's gonna happen."

"Whatever, like what?" 'Reese asked absolutely skeptically, as she spit and put away her toothbrush.

"Well," Ororo began as they both grabbed their things to head to the shower, "There are a number of possibilities. Either You can keep messing with Speedy and ger his ass kicked by Remy, which will more than likely get him kicked out of school, you can keep teasing Remy until he starts nailing every chick in school to get back at you," Storm stopped and turned to Theresa, causing her to stop as well,

"Like when Rogue dumped him and then he nailed Psylocke, their English teacher?" 'Reese's jaw dropped and 'Ro nodded.

"Yup. And there's always the choice of you dropping both of them and just having ALL hell brake loose." Theresa sucked her teeth at Ororo, as they continued walking.

"You're ridiculous, none of that is gonna happen cause I'm not juggling anybody!" 'Ro rolled her eyes this time.

"Of course not, I have no clue what I'm talking about. I mean I've just known them both longer than you have, and have seen how they both are when it comes to relationships… so what do I know."

Theresa decided to cut the conversation off before it exploded into an argument, and they continued to the showers with the tension still thick between them.

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Scott had just made his way back into the mansion after an extensive meditation session outside, but was almost instantly met with a knock at the doors. His zen mood was all but shattered when he was met by an extremely large statured mutant. His long hair was messy and down his back and his were black and empty. Scott sneered at him.

"Creed. What an unwanted surprise." He said, not moving from the doorway. Sabertooth smirked.

"Good ol' One-eye, still the same old tightass. That never gets old. You wouldn't mind lettin' me in, would ya?" He asked dangerously, with his single suitcase in this hand.

"Would you like me to answer that honestly?"

"I would like you to get the hell outta my way." Victor growled, shoving past him.

"So how's that little sex-pistol, Jean doing?" The gargantuan blonde asked. "Still askin' 'bout me?"

"That's very funny, Victor. Jean and I are both fine. But how's that herpes treating you lately?"

"Great. Your mom apologized and everything."

Cyclops fought the urge to blast him to hell right then and there and pivoted on his heel.

"I'll go tell Logan you're here." He grumbled before walking away.

"Good boy." Victor called after him. He grinned. It would be good to see his little brother again.

I have no idea why even though I keep trying to make the chapters longer, they seem to keep getting shorter and shorter… sigh. Oh well. Also, I didn't really proof read you'll have to forgive me if there are any mistakes in here. Please review!