The First Day
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Rogue slowly walked into the brick building. Although she wasn't trying to kill anyone she was still weary of everyone around her. She held her books close to her chest but walked in and found her locker. Strangely enough it was locker number 826.
Glaring at it she opened it up and put her backpack in it before going to her first bell of the day, Mrs. DeLonghi, for English. The lady seemed innocent enough but to Rogue she couldn't keep staring at the ladies drawn on eyebrows and uneven fake boobs and why did her face look so fake?
"Rogue? Where is he?" the teacher said scanning the room.
"She's right here." Rogue said raising her hand. The teacher nodded and apologized but Rogue couldn't help imagining herself pushing the lady out of the window.
Her next class was Algebra3 with Mr. Gray, then history with Mr. Lancaster, and finally French with Gambit. Rogue walked into the class and sat in her assigned seat. It was strange of Rogue to see girls twisting their hair with their fingers and licking their lips at Gambit. She didn't get why they kept doing it. Were they planning on eating him alive?
She sat right in front of the teacher's desk with two girls at her sides. To her right was Tabatha and to her left was another blonde girl she had no interest in getting to know. Tabatha kept biting her pen while staring at Gambit close the door and walk over to the chalkboard.
The other girl was doing the lip licking thing. Rogue felt like she was surrounded by a pack of rabid animals.
Gambit sat on his chair which he pulled to the side of his desk next to the chalkboard.
"Good aftahnoon class."
"Good afternoon!" they answered enthusiastically.
"I'm yer teacher ." Gambit smiled at his class filled mostly of horny teenage girls and of course his Rogue. It was apparent that she didn't get what the other girls were trying to do.
"Does anyone know what I have written on te board means in English?"
Accueil
Comment s'est passé votre été?
Rogue was about to raise her hand when the blonde to her left raised her hand and answered without permission.
"Your board says welcome and how was your summer non?"
"Tat's right an yer name is?"
"Magritte Nicole."
"Well good job Magritte an class turn ta te firs chapter of yall books."
Rogue liked his class the most except for the students and the Magritte chick that just wouldn't stop answering Remy's question and kept trying to get her attention. She also noticed how the girl lingered behind since lunch was next there was no rush ,but she was taking far too long to leave.
Rogue sat where she was as Magritte kept giving her the please leave look.
"Hello I'm Magritte and you are?" she finally talked to Rogue.
"Rogue." She replied. Rogue knew she was not going to like her the whole rest of the year.
"Do yall two want homework?" Gambit teased.
"Not really." Magritte giggled.
"Yer supposed ta be buying me some pizza." Rogue glared at him.
"I ordered it."
"You're buying her pizza." Magritte said with a pouty face.
"Why can't he buy me pizza?" Rogue glared at her. Magritte quickly left but not before glaring at Rogue and shutting the door with that 'it's on' look.
Over pizza …
"So how was yer first day so far?"
"It was ok."
"Made any friends?"
"No."
"Seen anyone attractive?"
"Nope." She said making his face fall.
"Yer mean."
"I know." She smiled at him. Unbeknownst to the pair Magritte was glaring at her through the glass window in the door.
Afterschool
"this is another one of my dearest friends. Give a warm welcome to Ms. Emma Frost." The professor said.
"I hope that we will all get along this time cough Logan."
"Will see Frost. I'm keeping an eye on you." Logan warned.
"Flattery will get you nowhere."
"And neither will your plastic surgery."
"Be nice you two. And Rogue how was school?" The Professor interrupted Frost and Logan.
"It was ok I guess." Rogue said.
Emma looked the girl over. So she was this Rogue person.
"I don't think we've met before." Emma approached Rogue with an extended hand.
"Why ya dressed like te Ku Klux Klan?" Rogue asked.
"I am not trying to dress like them. I just prefer white." Emma told her.
"Why. It don flatter ya at all."
"Everyone has a favorite color."
"I like green but I aint got it all over me."
"That is good because you'd look like hermit the frog."
"And you look like a snow beast."
"Why you're quick with the tongue. I have a feeling that we'll get along with each other."
"Hmpf."
"You don't believe me."
"To be honest I don like ya. Yer up ta sometin I can see it in yer face."
"You do? May I ask how you came up with such a preposterous idea?"
"Well if ya were here a while ago how come ya aint intraduce yaself ta both Gambit an i? Instead ya went straight fer me which signifies there is some reason ya wanted to know who I was. An once the Professor said Rogue ya had a look of recognition on yer face. I bet ya even hav one of those burn circle marks on yer neck."
"You can check." She said holding up her hair revealing nothing.
"Hmm if ya had enough money ta buy tat face ya had enough money ta fix tat beauty mark Striker gave ya."
"Rogue …" Gambit started.
"I know , I know, ima go do my homework an bar te doors." She said taking off. Emma couldn't believe rogue had guessed right so soon. She would have to be careful from here on out.
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Please review thank you : )
And ya know I just realized Striker is technically spelled with a Y an not an I. hehehehe
Anyway I wonder what emma's up too ….