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Chapter one:

Rogue leaned back against the wooden chair of her desk and sighed. At the moment, she wasn't sure which was worse, the fact that they were learning about sex, or the fact that Logan was teaching it. Currently, Logan was on the topic of safe sex. He looked as embarrassed as half the girls in the class felt. Most of the girls completely ignored his speech and simply focused on the teacher. Rogue glanced at Jubilee who was sitting beside her. Even Jubilee seemed to be studying Logan, like he was on display.

Rolling her eyes Rogue turned back to Logan. He wasn't a bad prospect. Although his hair always reminded her of horns. She liked his beard though. And who didn't love his large muscles. But Rogue simply couldn't think of him that way. At least not while he treated her like his daughter. It was too weird to think of him as anything but a father figure. Sighing she glanced at the clock.

"It's never going to go faster."

Rogue jumped and turned to glare at Bobby, who was sitting on the other side of her. "What's not?" she whispered back, wondering why she felt like she had been caught at something. "The clock, no matter how long you stare at it it's never going to go faster."

She rolled her eyes. "I know that" she whispered back and tugged at her long green shirt and fiddled with the black fingers of her gloves. "I just hate talkin' 'bout somethin' like this."

Bobby smirked and leaned closer. "Why?" he asked, almost against her ear. A shiver ran over her body and she smiled to herself. So he wanted to play that game did he? She turned toward him and gave him the sexiest look she could muster. "I prefer ta

do it, rather than talkin' 'bout it. Don't ya?"

He swallowed quickly and licked his lips. It obviously slipped his mind that she couldn't touch anyone. That never mattered to men. They always forget about everything but sex. She winked at him and licked her lips.

"When you two are done with your little discussion perhaps you could join the class."

Both Rogue and Bobby jumped and turned back toward Logan. The class laughed and Jubilee winked at her. Rogue simply rolled her eyes, crossed her arms, and sunk down into her chair. Bobby blushed.

"Settle down." Logan ordered and continued his lecture. This was going to be a long day.

"Rogue, wait up!" Rogue slowed her pace and waited patiently for Bobby to catch up. He grabbed her arm, making sure to touch the cloth, and pulled her to a stop. Still clinging to her he bent over and attempted to catch his breath. "Wait…a…minute." He said between gasps of air. She yanked her arm away from him and crossed her arms protectively over her abdomen.

"What do ya want?" She demanded. He smiled up at her and finally was able to stand. "I just wanted to talk." He said, still a bit out of breath.

"Bout what?" she demanded, really not in the mood for his crap. Lately he seemed to think they had a thing going on. As if everything he had done to her, like leaving her for Kitty, had simply been erased. She would simply have to remind him if that was the case.

"Look," he said once again reaching for her arm. "I want you to forgive me. I was wrong to leave you for Kitty. I should have chosen you…but I didn't it was…it was just plain stupid…I'm a jerk off. And I know you probably won't forgive me…but I need you to. Please. I can't stand this…this not talking. And I know you still like me or you wouldn't have even bothered back in class. You would have just ignored me."

She rolled her eyes. "It's hard ta ignore somethin that won't go away!" She retorted. Bobby gawked at her. "What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded.

"It means that I am done with ya! I was done with ya a long time ago! And ya just won't get the hint. Ya left me! Not the other way around. So go crawl back ta ya other girl. This one don't want ya."

From the expression on his face, obviously he wasn't getting it. She huffed and turned to leave.

"It's that other boy isn't it?"

Rogue froze. The bell rang calling the students to class but neither moved.

"Isn't it?" Bobby almost shouted. Rogue stood motionless. It had been a month. A long, hard month, since he left. Everyone else seemed to since her distress and knew not to say anything about him. But Bobby obviously didn't care. Or didn't notice. Her heart lurched and seemed to hurt all over again. She turned slowly back to him, her face completely expressionless.

"We're late ta class." She barely whispered. Bobby's enraged face seemed to melt away as he realized what he had done. "Rogue" he whispered and reached a hand out to her. She turned away from him and ran. "Rogue!" he called but she ignored him. It hurt, so much, to even think about him right now. It always hurt to think about him. She ran and ran, not even knowing where she was going. She didn't care. All she cared about was getting away. Getting away from the memories, getting away from their friends.

She ran until she nearly collapsed from exhaustion. She fell to her knees, unconscious of the wet grass around her. It was always like this. Anytime anyone mentioned him. Anytime she walked by something that reminded her of him. It always hurt. And the memories always flooded back to her. Always…

FLASHBACK (MEMORY)

He had appeared in her room, like he always did, when she had come out of the shower. She had been glad she had her towel around her but she was use to him walking in. She had changed quickly and moved to sit beside him on the bed. But something was wrong. He didn't move toward her and wrap his arms around her like he always did. He didn't smile at her, or even look at her.

"What's the matter?" she had asked softly. He had looked at her then, and she saw pain in his red on black eyes. "What?" she asked, concerned. "I can't do dis anymore." He replied. Rogue's heart seemed to stop. He didn't call her his love. He always called her his love.

He rose slowly and said very softly, "Au revoir Beau" She jumped up to stand in front of him. "Goodbye? What's wrong?" he turned toward her then.

"Every ting. I can't take it anymore. They be tellin me tings, tings like that you've been cheating on moi. And you're always puttin youself down. It makes me feel like…like I'm not doin mon job."

It was then that she realized what he was saying. "But sugar, ya can't mean ya leavin me?" He turned away from her this time, looking toward the door. "Je suis désolé."

"Sorry?" she nearly cried out, reaching for him. But he was already opening the door. "Ya don't ave ta be sorry. Please, don't do this. Please don't leave me." Without turning back he repeated "Je suis désolé" and closed the door behind him.

END OF FLASHBACK (MEMORY)

She sat weeping under the willow tree, not even aware that she had found their favorite spot. Her shoulders shook as she wept. It hurt her so much. To think of how he had just left. Her arms surrounded her abdomen protectively as she cried. One word escaped her lips between her sobs, one name that would haunt her forever. "Remy."