Disclaimer - I do not own any of the X-men characters.
A/N - I deleted this fic a couple of months ago with NO intentions of re-posting, but after some pushing from a certain someone, I'm doing what I didn't want to, LOL :P For those (if any) who already read this, there's no significant changes until chapter 10. For those who haven't read this, I really really hope you like it :D
Lastly, this is dedicated to my friend, and partner in crime, :D
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Bayville High
The Goth known as Rogue, was trying to get her things together for first period, when her best friend Kitty Pryde ran up to her locker. The two were different as night and day, and it still puzzled Rogue as to how they forged this close sisterly bond. Kitty appeared somewhat ditzy with her upbeat valley girl personality, but in all actuality she was intelligent, and a whiz when it came to electronics, while Rogue on the other hand was a loner and kept to herself, allowing only a selected few into her private world.
"Guess what I heard today?" Kitty asked, barely able to contain her excitement as she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.
Rogue didn't care much for gossip, but no matter how many times she told Kitty that, Kitty would insist that she had to hear it, as if the world would cease to exist if she didn't tell her. Rogue knew today was one of those "she had to hear it" days. "Let's me guess." Rogue said as she placed her index finger to her chin, and pretended to give it some serious thought before exclaiming, "Did Duncan finally realize that he's an idiot?"
Kitty missed the sarcasm, and laughed. "No. There's a new transfer student, and he's supposed to be like totally hot!" she said, and looked for a reaction from her friend.
Rogue rolled her eyes, and began rummaging through her locker for a pen. "An' Ah care 'cause...?" she asked, still not understanding why Kitty thought this was such great news. People transferred in and out of the school all the time. What was so different about this newcomer?
Her question was never answered, because the man in question came into Kitty's line of vision.
"Oh. My. God! Rogue look, it's him! It's him!" Kitty squealed excitedly as she yanked on the Goth's arm trying to get her attention. "Like, just look at him, he's such a stud!"
Rogue couldn't have cared less about this "stud", it wasn't like they were going to become bestfriends or anything. "All Ah have t'say is, don't let Lance catch you oglin' at him." she replied, still focused on the task of looking for her writing utensil.
"It's not like I'm trying to sleep with him or anything." Kitty answered without taking her eyes off the new student.
Finally locating her pen, Rogue threw it into her backpack, closed the locker door, and turned toward the direction in which her friend was looking.
He was about 6 feet tall, with a lean muscular build, short, dark brown hair, and strong chiseled facial features. His face was cleanly shaven except for the soul patch; small tuft of hair under the lower lip, and was wearing a black t-shirt, with the words Metallica written across the front, and matching black jeans. He was indeed handsome, and judging him from afar, Rogue had a feeling that he knew just how good-looking he was too, as he lent against a locker, talking with three of the more popular girls in school, and making them laugh and giggle.
"From what I heard, he's a junior like you, and transferred here from New Orleans. As you can see, he's also a real ladies' man." Kitty said giggling.
Rogue rolled her eyes. She couldn't understand why Kitty was making such a big deal about a guy. Yes he was cute, but he was no different from any other guy as far as she was concerned. "Here." she said handing Kitty a tissue.
Kitty stepped back, and held her hands in front of her. "Like eww! What's that for?" she asked in disgust.
Rogue grinned. "So you can wipe the drool off." She said, as she threw the tissue at her friend, who quickly swatted it away.
Kitty playfully pushed Rogue. "Admit it Rogue, you think he's hot! If he talked to you, I bet you would be all over him too!" she said, as she followed Rogue down the hall to her class.
"He may be hot, but he's the type t'use you an' throw you away like used toilet paper without a second thought." she said. In her mind, all guys like him were the same.
For the last few months, Kitty had been playing secret matchmaker, thinking a boyfriend would loosen Rogue up, but the task was harder than she expected, but Kitty wasn't a quitter. "Aww, come on Rogue, you don't even know him."
"Let's just get t'class okay?"
"Fine. I'll see you later." She said, dropping the subject...for now.
When they arrived at Rogue's class, Rogue said good-bye to Kitty, and took her seat at the back of the classroom, waiting for class to begin. A moment later, the guy from earlier walked in just as the bell rang.
Please don't let him be in this class. Her heart sank when he walked up to the teacher, and handed him a note of some sort.
"Everyone please settle down." the teacher said, and waited until after the students had quieted down before he continued. "We have a new student with us. His name is Remy Lebeau. Please make him feel welcomed."
After the introduction, Remy made his way to the back of the room, and smiled at the ladies as he passed, making them sigh. Before he took his seat, his eyes found Rogue's and locked. Say what she may, but Rogue couldn't deny that he was as handsome as everyone claimed, and what got her attention were his eyes. Red on black. There was something about his eyes that drew her to him in a hypnotic sort of way...Just then, he grinned and winked at her, breaking the trance. Rogue instantly glowered at him, and turned her attention back to the front of the room.
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At the end of first period, the three cheerleaders that Remy was flirting with earlier poked their heads into the room, looking for him. When they saw him, their faces lit up, and the three of them pushed and shoved one another to get to him. Remy smiled, and greeted the girls.
"Girls, what a nice surprise, but Remy thought we were goin' t'meet after school, non?"
One of the girls moved next to him, and placed her arm around his shoulders. "Yes, but we just got word that we have a practice session after school, so we won't be able to meet you." she said with a pout. "But here's my number. Call me, and we can do something later tonight." she said, and handed him a slip of paper.
The other two girls immediately jotted down their numbers too, and handed it to him.
"Thanks, Remy will call." he promised, as he looked at them individually and gave them each his trademark smile, making them giggle all the more.
The girl next to Remy leant over and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a red lipstick imprint of her lips behind. "I'll be waiting." she whispered into his ear.
"Let's go Abby." Megan said, as she pulled her friend off Remy. "We have to get to class."
The third girl in their group, Casey, didn't like the exchange between Abby and Remy any more than Megan did. "Yeah, we'll see you later." she said to Remy, as she grabbed Abby's other arm, and the two of them dragged Abby out of the classroom.
When they were out of sight, Remy smiled, and wiped at his cheeks with the back of his hand before he pulled out his schedule from his back pocket, and looked it over, trying to figure out where his next class was.
"I can't believe they gave you their numbers mate."
Remy looked up to find one of his classmates standing before him. He was about 5 foot 8, average build, bright orange hair, and had on yellow sunglasses, along with a light brown t-shirt, and brown cargo pants.
"I just have dat kind of effect on de femmes." he said arrogantly.
He laughed. "I'm John Allerdyce by the way." he said extending his hand out.
Remy shook his hand and introduce himself. "Remy Lebeau, but y' already know dat."
"What class are you heading to?" John asked, when he noticed Remy looking at his schedule.
"Room 118. Trig." Remy said looking at his schedule again.
"I'm heading that way. I'll walk you." John offered.
"Lead de way mon ami."
"Where did you transfer from?" John asked as they made their way out into the busy hallway.
"N'Awlins."
"I just transferred here a few months ago myself." John admitted. "So how are the sheilas in New Orleans?"
Remy grinned. "Not as pretty as de ones here, dat's fo' sure. I think I'm goin' t'enjoy my stay here."
John laughed. "Were you as popular with the sheilas there as you are here?"
"Wha' can I say? De ladies love Remy Lebeau."
John let out another hearty chuckle. "I'm jealous of you." John said punching Remy on the arm.
While heading towards the stairs, the girl from their English class ran by and bumped into Remy as she passed.
"So what's up wit' dat girl?" Remy asked curiously.
"Who?" John asked scanning the crowd.
"De girl wit' de auburn hair, an' white bangs."
"Rogue?" he said giving him a quizzical look. "Mate, stay away from her. You definitely don't want to mess with her." He warned.
Remy grinned. "She can't be dat bad mon ami."
"You're right, she's worst! I'm serious. Stay away from her."
"Dat sounded like a challenge, an' Remy was never de type t'walk away from one." he said with a smirk.
John shrugged. "Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you."