Chapter 1
Authors Note: Hello everyone. I have decided to write another story because...well no one would read my other ones...well people read them, but no one would write any reviews *cries*, but its ok...here is my chance to make a story sooo freaking good that I'll get 10 reviews! That's my goal. I've never gotten 10 reviews for any story before, so here goes nothing. O yes, and before you read, you should understand that YOU are the main character. And you are a mutant with the ability to create and manipulate electricity. Now...on to the story.
You give a sigh of relief as the plane lands. Flying has always made you sick, and you've never known why until recently. It's because of your powers, the closer you are to the ground the stronger your powers are, and the stronger you feel.
The flight was about 3 hours, but it felt like ten. You can't wait to stand up and stretch your legs. You yawn and the lights flicker. No one seemed to notice so you try not to draw attention to yourself, but find it hard to do when you have on leather gloves, and a long leather trench coat type jacket on in the middle of summer.
The flight was about 3 hours, but it felt like ten. You can't wait to stand up and stretch your legs. You yawn and the lights flicker. No one seemed to notice so you try not to draw attention to yourself, but find it hard to do when you have on leather gloves, and a long leather trench coat type jacket on in the middle of summer.
After eventually exiting the plane, and collecting your luggage, you head to the exit, and look for some one with a sign with your name on it. None. "Great, just great, what do I do now?" you say with a moan.
You feel some one tap you on shoulder, so you turn quickly to see a good-looking man with sunglasses. You look him up and down and notice he is wearing a trench coat like yours, but brown.
"Hello, cher." He says in a slight French accent. He lifts his glasses and you see a pair or red on black eyes. He winks at you flirtatiously, and smiles.
You roll your eyes, and turn to walk away, but he grabs your arm before you can turn. "That's no way to treat your ride is it?"
You realize that he is the one that's supposed to take you to the Xavier Institute. "I'm sorry, I thought you were...someone else."
"It's ok, Cher, my name is Remy, but you can call me Gambit." He grabs your hand and tries to take off your gloves so he can kiss your hand, but you snatch it away quickly.
"That ain't such a good idea, buddy." You take off the glove and lightly touch his nose with your index finger, and his hair stands up. "See?"
He smiles and raises one eyebrow. "Is that supposed to scare me, Cher?" He takes out a penny from his pocket, touches it, and then puts it into the trashcan that they were passing. A few seconds later the lid of the trashcan blew off and several nearby people stared.
"Show off." You say as you put your bags into his hands. He takes it as a compliment and heads to his car.
You manage not to stare at him for the whole car ride, and when you reach the institute he stops in the driveway. You stare in awe at eh huge mansion. The driveway alone is the size of your whole back yard, and you had a BIG backyard.
Remy gets out of the car, and goes over to your side to open then door for you. "Thank you, but I'm capable of doing it myself." You say as get out.
"I know, but Remy likes to be a gentleman." He says as he takes up your bags and heads to the large front doors."
You know he's just trying to be nice, but you can't help thinking that you can do it yourself. You've been used to doing things alone since your father died, and you've been left to take care of your mother. You follow Remy, and stop at the large doors.
As if expecting you, a bald old man in a wheelchair opens the door, and next to him is yet another good-looking man, but this one is older, and looks stronger too. He had a grim _expression on his face and had his arms crossed. He noticed you staring at him, so he says "Take a picture, it may last longer."
You smile to yourself, and accept the challenge. Most guys don't play hard to get, but if this one did, you were ready. You grinned at him.
He seemed surprised that you weren't afraid of the challenge, and then he smiled back.
The man in the wheelchair raised a single eyebrow and said, "Welcome to Xavier's School for the gifted, I am Professor Xavier, but you can call me Charles." He extended his hand and you shook it and told him your name. "What is your power?"
You sneeze and the lights go out for a while, and then flutter back on. "That."
A girl a little younger than you came to the front door.
"Kitty, take her to an empty room." The bald man said to her.
"Ok professor." The girl said with a smile.
"Ok professor." The girl said with a smile.
You follow the girl, and realize Remy is following you with your bags. You stop and turn to face him. "You don't have to take my bags for me. I can do it myself."
"Yes, but then how would I know where your room is if I get lonely?" He said in a teasing voice. You didn't find it funny at all though. You take off your glove and touch his cheek. He leans forward to kiss you, and then your powers start to kick in. Your eyes turn white as you shock him just enough to get him to fall to the floor. You pick up your bags and catch up to Kitty. He would be ok, but he would be knocked out for about 5 minutes thought, but nothing too serious.
When you get to your room you drop your bags and take of your coat. Kitty leaves and says "I'm next door if you need me." You smile at her, and watch her leave. You lay down in the bed and fall asleep smiling, and thinking of Remy on the floor.
CHAPTER 2
Your used to getting up and heading to your mothers room to see if she's still alive, then remember your mother is dead, and that's why you're here. Apocalypse had killed your mother because she refused to heal him. She was a healer, she could cure illnesses and mend broken bones, but not unless she believed it necessary. For the last years of her life, she had been a stubborn old woman, with a very kind heart. However, that's what brought along her downfall. She refused to use her powers for evil, and that was it. You smile at the thought of your mother, and hope one day you can live up to her.
You get out of bed and look at the clock. It was 9 am, and you wonder how come you slept so long. You go into the bathroom to shower, and enjoy it as hot water beats down on your back. You miss the knock on your door, and continue showing. A face appears out side your shower as you open your eyes. You scream as you see Remy smiling at you.
"No need to be loud, Cher, I'm only here to tell you breakfast is ready." He smiles at you, but doesn't take his eyes off you.
You turn off the water, wrap a towel around you, and begin to yell at the arrogant Cajun. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? GET OUT! YOU DON'T HAVE ANY RESPECT FOR WOMEN, YOU CONCIETED IDIOT!"
"Remy has been called many things, but I'm afraid you have hurt his feelings. I think you owe him and apology." He smiles at you.
You can't help but wonder why he hasn't given up yet. You like a persistent man, but this is getting from bad to worse. "WHY DO YOU KEEP REFERRING TO YOURSELF IN THE THIRD PERON! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW ANNOYING THAT IS? WHY ARE YOU STILL IN HERE LISTENING TO ME YELL AT YOU? YOU DON'T SEE ME GOING IN YOUR ROOM TO SEE YOU NAKED!"
"No worries, darlin, you don't have to go in my room to see that." He begins to remove his shirt, as your eyes widen.
You want to turn around, but can't. Your jaw drops as you see his six-pack and very defined abs. You start to yell, but no sound comes out, only a mumbling noise that cannot be translated. Just as he grabs his belt buckle you shake your head, and tell him that's enough.
"AwWwW, I was just getting started, luv." Gambit said with a sigh.
You step out of the shower still dripping, and sparks are flying everywhere. This happens a lot when you get nervous. You silently hope that one hits Remy, then you also wish he would put his shirt on so you can calm down.
He put his shirt on and made one last comment before he left. "I'm two doors down to your right if you need me."
That's one guy who doesn't look like he's going to give up. You get dressed and head downstairs for dinner. You think that it was such a waste having him leave; you know you would have wanted to see him naked. However that would lead to other things. Before, you used to let your emotions get the best of you, and then you regretted it when you got hurt. You won't let it happen again.
You reach downstairs and there is a crowd at the table. There were at least two-dozen adults, teenagers, and children. They all stop as they see you walk into to room. At first you think it's something you're wearing, then you look down and see that you have on a white tank top and gray sweat pants, so you look behind you. No one. What are they all starring at? O yeah, I'm the new girl, I forgot...see what happens when you wake up late. You smile at everyone, and mutter a silent hello, then they continue eating.
You notice a smiling red head, with a guy with red shades on. You can tell they're a couple from the way they look. You can't see the guy's eyes, but you can tell from his high cheekbones that he is good looking. The way she's smiling you can tell she got some last night, and then you suddenly feel lonely, and envious.
She looks at you, and then laughs. You don't know her yet, but you don't like her one bit. Then you notice the same man you saw the first day you came staring at the red head girl. You walk up to him and he doesn't notice you, so then you say, "Take a picture it may last longer."
Chapter Three
| The man puts his hands up in the air and says, "No camera." "You like that woman?" you ask with a disgusted look on your face. "What do you see in her?" "Nothing I see in you, shorty." He crosses his arms and leans against the wall. You do the same, and notice that the red headed girl was pretty tall. "What's her name?" you ask him curiously. He doesn't seem to mind you're presence, or your excessive questioning, so you continue with the 3rd degree. "Jean, and the visor boy, his name is Scott. He's just a stuck up prick who got lucky." "I see. And here I am thinking this school is about getting along." "There's more to this school that you don't know." He turned face you seeming to be getting annoyed by your talking. "You're lucky you're new or else I wouldn't be wasting my time talking to you right now. So do ya have anymore questions, or can ya leave me in peace?" "One more question. What's your name?" "Logan." He said as he walked away. You stare at him as he walks away, and notice his protruding back muscles, and grin to yourself. "I think I'm going to like it here." You say quietly to yourself as you smile. "Oui, cher. There are lots of things you will like about this place." Remy says as he steps in front of you and blocks your view of Logan's hind parts. "You again, Cajun? Somehow I don't think you will be leaving me alone anytime soon." "Oui, you are right, petit." He said putting his arm around your shoulder. "Remy will stay right here with you." "Wanna bet, bub?" Someone says behind you. It's Logan again. "Remy was just fooling around. He didn't know you were with her." Remy said backing away. "Pardon, cher, I have to be going." And with that he took off. "What was that about?" Logan asked. "You like him or something?" You laugh at his comment and say, "I like him as much as you like Scott." "Then how can you tolerate his presence? Lemme remind you again, because you're new I'll help you out. Stay away from Remy; he's a womanizing fool, who won't stop till he gets what he wants. Then when he gets it, he'll drop you faster than a hot dish. Too many girls around here have had their hearts broken by him, don't let him get to you too." "No worries." You assure him. You think about asking him another question, and decide to ask it. "I have another question. What did you mean when you said there was a lot to this school that I didn't know?" "You'll find out sooner or later." Logan smiles at you and you're heart melts. "What do you have planned for today?" He asks you. You tell him about your plan to sleep, breathe, blink, and eat all day and he chuckles. He then invites you to train with him after dinner, and you accept, not knowing what sort of training he's talking about. He tells you to meet him in the TV room around 8 and you smile and nod happily. Then he walks away, and you are caught starring at his backside again. "Having fun?" Someone asks from behind you. You turn to face the person behind you, and are startled to find a tall blue man with yellow eyes smiling at you. "I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry." He apologizes and starts to walk away. "Wait!" you say as you call him back. You apologize, and ask for his name. "Kurt Wagner." He says in a thick German accent. He isn't scary looking at all, just different. Something about him makes you wonder what he looks like without clothes. You smile at him, and he offers you a bagel. You take it and he invites you to sit with him. You follow him to a table and take a seat. While spreading cream cheese on your bagel like a starving maniac, you ask him how long he's been here. "Not long really. However, I've been here long enough to know everyone though. Everyone may seem happy, but really there is so much drama going on in here that it's quite scary sometimes." You nod and stuff about half the bagel into your mouth, and start grubbing. You've lived in Florida most of your life, Miami to be exact, and it's still hard for you to get into the Manhattan atmosphere. "Ya'll got grits?" You ask him after finishing the bagel. Most of the time it's hard for you to feel at home, but with Kurt it's much easier to be yourself. "Vat are grits?" he asks you confused. "Never mind." You say after realizing that people from New York don't do the whole southern hospitality thing. After a while a dark woman with white hair sits down next to Kurt and introduces herself as Ororo. You tell her your name and she begins to fall asleep right before your eyes. "Is she ok?" you ask Kurt. "She'll be fine. She's a teacher here, her schedule is pretty hectic." "She's a teacher?" You ask confused. "But she looks so young." "She is, but there are so many students here now, and not enough teachers. Maybe if I talk to the professor he can give you a class to teach." "Come on now, how am I gonna teach if I can't even learn properly?" You say in all honesty. You finished high school with decent grades, and have no intention of doing any further schooling. Kurt laughs, and wakes up Ororo. "Perhaps you can teach something non academic…like art. I teach P.E." "Dang, you teach too? What about Logan what does he teach?" you ask curiously. "Being an ass." Ororo said rubbing her eyes. Kurt smiled again showing his pointy teeth. "He teaches self defense." "So that's what he meant by training." You say out loud. "Huh?" Ororo asks. "He invited me to train with him." You explain. "He INVITED you? Lord, he must like you. The last time he INVITED someone to train with him he tried to kill him." "Let me guess, Scott right?" you ask. "You catch along fast, new girl." Ororo said. "I try." You say casually. "Well I have to go. I hate this teaching stuff. I have no free time. Even on Sundays I get no spare time. Maybe we can get together sometime and go out." She smiles at you and Kurt before exiting. You ask Kurt how come he doesn't have so much work to do, because it seems strange that Ororo has no free time and he's just sitting there bored. "Vell, I only teach one class. She teaches Psychology, Literature, History, and Physics." "I see." You say as you nod your head. "Are you and her together?" you ask casually. "I don't think so." He says and frowns. "Anyway, I have to go get some things ready for Monday morning class." He waves goodbye to you then departs. Soon after Kurt leaves, you stay at the table and take out a book you were planning to read. You don't get very far when someone sits down next to you. "Remy has read that book before." Remy says interrupting your book. "Remy can read?" you ask sarcasticly. "Remy can do more than that." He puts his hand on your leg and you squirm although enjoying it. "Worry not, luv, Remy has that effect on many women." "Just give up Remy, you're not getting anything from me." You say. "Remy doesn't want to take anything from you, he just wants to give you a little something." He looks at you and smiles. "Little is right." You say ignoring his hand sliding up to your thigh, and continue to read your book. "You have jokes, cher?" "Yeah, I got jokes, Remy." You think that if you just ignore the advances that he makes, he may just go away, but you kind of hopes he doesn't. "As do I. I see you like Logan." He says as he removes his hand from your leg and takes out a deck of cards and starts shuffling them. "How do you see that?" you ask. "I can tell by the way you look at him." "Ya know, Remy, for a guy who can tell when chicks like other guys, you sure can tell when you aren't liked." "Cute, cher, but wrong again." He said not looking up from his cards. "I KNOW you want me. You might not admit it now, but you will soon, and when you do, I'll be here." He stood and took his deck of cards with him except for the Queen of Spades. "What the hell is this supposed to mean?" you yell at him holding up the card as he walks away. He doesn't turn back to you, he just continues walking. You shrug and contemplate his offer. You said you wouldn't fall in love…you didn't say you wouldn't sleep with anyone. |
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