The sunlight permeated through the curtains as it filtered through the room. Rogue moaned as the beams devoured her, her pale porcelain skin feeling the warmth, a feeling that was most unwelcome.

" Rogue!" Kitty Pryde screeched, yanking the covers off Rogue.

The sun now roamed her whole body, forcing Rogue's eyes to open. Green fire spitting from her eyes," Ya'all are the most irritatin' mornin' people ah have eva' met!" she shouted.

Kitty rolled her eyes, not as if this hadn't happened a million times before," Rogue, now that was like totally uncalled for. The professor is waiting downstairs with a new recruit, and-" Kitty paused to make sure that Rogue was listening," I think that you might actually like him.

Rogue rolled over, her lips curved in a scowl," We get new recruits all the time Kitty, nothin' special bout any of um. Plus ah'm in no mood ta fraternize,"

Kitty heaved a deep sigh," Like you ever are," she said curtly. Closing the door as she left Rouge to sulk in her own puddle of depression. ~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~ Kitty phased through the floor and into the kitchen, where the rest of the X-men chatted amiably with the new recruit. Remy Lebeau was a charming Cajun from down south New Orleans. He had chiseled good looks, a muscular physique, and piercing eyes that seemed to glow of red fire.

" She's not coming professor, said she's in no mood of fraternize," kitty reported, taking a seat next to Kurt.

Evan looked up from his plate of jellied toast," Is she ever in the mood to fraternize?" everyone giggled as Remy looked perplexed," Sorry man, don't be TOO hurt. Rogue's not the friendliest person in the world,"

" I see, Remy is not hurt, but very interested in talking t' dis Rogue. She seems, how do ya say, very interestin'," Remy scratched his chin.

Jean Grey flipped her long red hair as she spoke in a haughty tone," Trust me Remy, you don't want to talk to Rogue. All you'll end up with is a bruised ego, among worse things,"

" If you don' mine chere, I would like t' see fo myself," Remy noticed a glare that seemed to directed from behind Mr. Shades.

Scott polished off the last of his toast before announcing that it was time to be leaving," Come on Remy I give everyone a ride to school,"

Remy shook his head," Dat a'right shades, Remy has his own set of wheels,"

Scott glowered at Remy from behind his shades," The name's Scott," There was a long pause as the two seemed to be glaring at eachother," Kitty go find Rogue and tell her to hurry up, we're leaving,"

" Dere is no need, I would be more da'n happy t' give chere a ride." Remy smirked slyly.

Scott looked furious, his jaw clenching," No that's alright we'll just wait,"

Jean looked at her watch," Scott we have to get to school. Just let Remy give Rogue a ride,"

Remy kissed the back of Jean's hand causing her to swoon slightly," Tank' ya chere, fo' believin' in Remy. I promise, no harm shall come t' Rogue,"

" Alright then everyone get in the car," Scott ordered. Everyone, sensing the tension rushed to the red convertible in unison. As soon as everyone left the kitchen he turned to Remy," I don't trust you Cajun, and you better not harm Rogue,"

Remy raised a somewhat amused eyebrow," Don' you worry ya self-shades. Rogue will be in good hans',"

Scott heard the tooting of the horn, Jean and gang getting peevishly impatient," Alright then, but I warned you," Scott gave Remy one more daggering look before leaving.

" My, my, my very uptight one we got dere'," Remy said as he leaned against the wall, awaiting the famous Rogue.

Rogue skidded down the steps wearing her usually gothic make-up ridding her of her naturally flushed cheeks. Her brick red lipstick setting off against her pale white skin. Her two white strands of hair were tucked behind her blatantly pierced ears. Today she slacked on her normal protective outfit. Instead she simply wore a curve-hugging black skirt with a green long- sleeved shirt that complimented her eyes. Of course the infamous black gloves were firmly in place.

Rogue walked down into the kitchen to see it unmistakably empty," God dammit!" she pounded her fist on the table," I can't believe those jerks, how could they jus' leave me like that?"

Remy emerged from the corner of the kitchen," Don' be mad my petite, Remy told de res' of de X-men t' go on wit' out you,"

Rogue's emerald eyes flared with anger," lisson' here, I don't care who the hell ya are, or where ya came from. But what ah do care about is why the hell ya told off MAH ride. Now how in the hell am ah sposed' ta get ta school?"

Remy chuckled, watching how cute she was as her temper flared," Do not worry chere, Remy will be given' you a ride t'day,"

Rogue's mouth tightened," Why?"

" Well, we didn' get a chance ta formally introduce ourselves dis mornin'. So I figure, why not get acquainted over a ride," he winked at her slightly but soon realized that his Cajun charm was faulting.

Rogue rolled her eyes," Whateva' but can we get goin' ah'm gonna be late now,"

Remy smiled mischievously," Somehow I seriously doubt dat chere,"

Rogue gave a sardonic chuckle," Uh huh, sure class starts in 5 minutes, it takes at least that much tahm' ta get there,"

" Well I guess Remy is special den, cause I get us dere in tree," he took the skeptical look from Rogue as fuel for the challenge, and how he did enjoy a good challenge," Come on now, we'd betta get goin'," he tossed her a black helmet and walked out the door.

Rogue followed looking bewilderedly at the helmet," What the hell am ah sposed to use this fo?" she shouted after him.

"You will see my petite,"

Rogue dropped the helmet as she stepped outside the door. Parked next to the flower garden was a black Harley Davidson, and Remy sat revving the motor motioning for her to sit behind him," Forget it Cajun, there is no chance in hell that ah'm gonna go on that thang,"

Remy laughed heartedly putting on his helmet and gloves," Are you tellin' me dat de fearless Rogue is scared?"

Rogue shook her head as she growled," No ah'm not scared, ah jus' value mah life that's all,"

Remy put out his hand," I guarantee you its safe chere, Remy wouldn' let anyting' happen t' you," he shot a coaxing smile.

Rogue threw her head back in frustration, placing the helmet over her auburn locks," Alrigh' Cajun, but not too fas' now," she hopped on the back securing her helmet.

Remy put his hands on the bars before starting," I suggest dat you put your arms around my waist my petite,"

Rogue snickered wittingly," Ya wish Cajun, ah'm not fallin' for that one,"

" Very well den," the motorcycle started and quickly accelerated.

Rogue screamed as she wrapped her arms tightly around Remy's waist instinctively. Feeling her body cut through the wind like a knife through butter.

" When Remy said put you arms round his waist he did not mean to choke de life out of him," Remy shouted.

Rogue did not loosen her grasp," SLOW DOWN YA PHYCO CAJUN, YA GONNA KILL US!" Rogue screeched, her lips flapping through the wind.

" Sorry my petite, Remy said dat he would get us dere on time, and dat is exactly wat Remy is gonna do,"

" Do ya always refer to ya self in the third person?" she asked shouting in his ear.

"It's a Cajun ting' chere,"

In no time they were in the school parking lot, Rogue felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her. She had to pause for second, returning oxygen back to her lungs," Are ya crazy! Ya could've killed us!"

Remy hopped off his bike, taking off his helmet and releasing his reddish- brown locks. He gave a genuinely confused stare," Remy said he get us here, an' look we here wit time t' spare!"

Rogue gaped in utter anger and frustration as girls passed and shot him schoolgirl smiles. He stood at least a good 5'9 with baggy khaki's and a tight white tank covered by a brown collared shirt; so it was no surprise to Rogue that girls were practically fawning over him.

" Are all de' girls dis' frenly'?" he asked smugly, flashing rouge his lady- killer smile.

" Nah, they drool over any guy wit two feet. Ya aint anythin' special Cajun, let me tell ya that," she spat.

Remy feigned a hurtful look," Somehow, I sense dat chere is upset?"

" Duh Cajun! Ya really need ta check ya head, I think some'n is wrong up in there," Rogue retrieved her bag from the back of Remy's bike and began walking. But Remy soon followed, walking dangerously close," Back off Cajun, there is no need ta be come'n that close ta me,"

Remy stepped away," Don' be yellin' at dis Remy chere. I on'y wanted t' know where my classes were, but I guess I can always ask one of dem girls. I sure dey' be more den happy to help Remy out-"

Rogue snatched Remy's schedule and stared at it," First period is English, ah can take ya there on my way. and second period-ah no! jus' my damn luck, ya in my class,"

" Ya know chere, now I am start'n ta tink ya really don' like Remy," he smiled jokingly, although he didn't think that Rogue was one to appreciate his humor.

Rogue began to speed," Hurray' up Cajun. We gonna be late!"

Remy jogged to keep up with her," Slow down my petite, Remy is not as how do you say? Physically fit as chere,"

The day went as well as Rogue had expected. By the end of first period, Remy had managed to attract a whole flock of jittering girls. He waltzed through the halls like a King, A king of hearts.

" Rogue?"

Rogue turned around to see an always pleasant face," Hay Scott,"

Scott looked passed Rogue and frowned," Looks like chicks dig the Cajun charm huh?" a pinch of jealousy embodied in his tone.

Rogue laughed scornfully," Yah, ah guess so. I don' see the big deal bout' him though, he's jus' an arrogan', stubbon', ego-maniac-"

" It is nice t' see that chere tinks' so highly of Remy" Remy had unnoticeably stalked his way up to Rouge and Scott, accompanied by his 'groupies' who giggled at every word.

Scott tugged on Rogue's sleeve gently," Come on Rogue, we're going to be late for history," Truth be told, Scott really did not want Rogue to succumb to Remy's flirtatious charm.

" Wait, for me my petite. Does chere not remember dat I am in er' class? I guess dis means dat you and I are also in de same class shades," Remy grinned wildly, watching Scott's face redden.

Scott wrapped his arm protectively around Rogue, as if warning Remy that she was his territory," We should be going Rogue, we're going to be late,"

Rogue looked up at Scott, who was too busy staring at Remy, who was too busy staring Rogue. It was all very confusing," Ahl'righ Scott, lets go,"

Scott smiled triumphantly as he led Rogue into the room.

The rest of the day went rather well. Only to get worse.