"Welcome Monsieur LaBeau," professor greeted him as he entered the office, "Welcome to the mansion. I'm very glad your father has sent you here. We will help you with your control. But there are rules that you must follow. Can you do that?"

"Oui," he nodded, "Ah can do dat, what are da rules?"

"No getting into fights at school. No going into the girls rooms past curfew. No sex in the mansion," he looked Gambit in the eyes, "No staying out past curfew. Lights out means lights out. Since it seems you smoke and don't seem to be quitting anytime soon, keep the smoking to a minimum. No under aged drinking. Try to respect boundaries. Be respectful to staff and peers. Please do as you are told, especially in Danger Room sessions. If you can follow these rules we should have no problems."

Gambit nodded again, "Ah can follow des rules. Where will ah be goin' t' school?"

"Bayville High School like the rest of the students," Professor smiled, "You'll be a senior with Jean and Scott."

"Sounds fine t' meh," he stood up, "Should ah get situated in my room den?"

"Yes," he motioned for Cyclops to come forward, "Scott will show you where it is."

Gambit looked at Cyclops then extended his hand, "Remy LaBeau, or Gambit, nice t' meet y'."

Cyclops shook his hand, "Scott Summers, Cyclops, nice to meet you too."

Then both nodded at the Professor then left. Gambit followed Cyclops to the other side of the mansion. He stopped at the end of the hall and gestured at the room, stating this would be Gambit's room. Gambit thanked him and walked in. The room was huge. Two dressers, Queen sized bed, his own bathroom, walk in closet and a balcony. It was a pretty nice set up. He was glad his father had decided to send him here. From what he'd seen so far the place had everything, including extremely pretty girls. Gambit could live with the no sex rule…maybe. He didn't want to screw this up. He needed to learn more control. He decided he'd unpack later, since it was the first day of the weekend, and explore the rest of the mansion. He walked out of the room and down the hall. He looked over the banister for a moment. Four girls walked by. One with red hair, one with blonde hair, one with brown hair and one with brown and white hair. She was…wow. He practically ran down the stairs. He found Cyclops as fast as he could.

"Who are dey," he asked.

Cyclops looked at the four girls now sitting out back, "The red head is Jean, she's with me. Blonde is Boom Boom or Tabitha, she's with Lance, Avalanche. The Brunette is Kitty or Shadowcat, she's with Pete, Colossus. Then finally the Brunette with the white bangs is Rogue. She's a Southern beauty, is available, is currently being pursued by Sam, Cannonball. Ironically enough they're both southern and from Mississippi."

"So she's a riva rat," Gambit smirked, "She's…flawless."

Cyclops nodded, "Yeah, you aren't going to find many people who disagree with you. She's even more perfect now that she has total control over her mutation. Took her and Professor X a while to figure out. Hard to believe someone would make someone like her so beautiful then curse her with poisonous skin. She used to have to cover up her body because she could literally drain everything out of you with a touch. She, along with her brother Kurt, Night Crawler, Mr. McCoy, Beast, and Warren, Angel, are the only ones with a physical manifestation of their mutation. Beast and Angel stay hidden for the most part, Professor gave Kurt an image inducer to hide what he truly looks like and Rogue just tells people to 'back-the-fuck-off' when they ask about her hair. I can see your mutation physically manifested as well. Your eyes."

Gambit looked at him, "Seems y' eyes paid a price t'."

"Yeah well," Cyclops adjusted his sun glasses, "Optic Blast that can't be controlled wouldn't be my first choice but it comes in handy. People just think I have sensitive eyes."

Gambit squinted, "Da sunlight kills my eyes, so sunglasses in da day are nice. Night time is a whole different story."

Cyclops shook his head, "I know what you mean. So do you want to meet the girls? I'll introduce you."

Before he could speak Cyclops called to Jean. He motioned for her to bring the girls over. She nodded then said something, causing the girls to stand up. They followed her over to Cyclops, checking out the new guy as they did so. The only one that didn't seem interested was Rogue. She rolled her eyes as the other girls swooned over him. He ran his hand through his hair, not liking the detached look on Rogue's face. The girls stopped in a line in front of Cyclops and Gambit.

"Ladies," Cyclops motioned towards Gambit, "This is Remy LaBeau. Remy," he motioned towards the ladies, "This is Jean, Tabitha, Kitty and Rogue. Remy is obviously a new student. He's come to us from New Orleans, Louisiana."

Rogue rolled her eyes, "Swamp Rat," she mumbled.

Gambit glared at her, "What'd y' jus' call meh Riva Rat?"

Rogue pursed her lips, "Ah called ya Swamp Rat. Would ya prefer Bayou Boy or Cajun instead?"

Gambit smirked, "Well ah mean, ah barely know y' but if y' wanna give meh pet names dat's fine by meh chere."

Rogue placed her hand on her hips, "Pet names, please, ya not even that cute," she pushed past him, "An' ah ain't ya chere."

He looked over his shoulder, "Well what would y' like t' be? Chéri? Amoureux? Maybe miel or visage d'ange?"

He laughed as she gave him the finger, "Shove ya nicknames up ya ass swamp boy."

He looked back at the group, "Ah t'ink she likes meh."

Kitty looked at him, "Rogue's not, like, one to take to new comers. She's a bit grouchy, like, today too."

Jean smiled, "It's very nice to meet you Remy. Scott we actually have to start getting ready or we'll be late for our reservations."

Tabitha hit her head, "Oh shit, I totally forgot Lance is picking me up tonight to go to the movies. Gotta jet, it was nice meeting you," she called as she waved.

Kitty shook her head, "And, like, Pete's supposed to take me to, like, some Russian play tonight."

Gambit watched as the rest of the group said good-bye then left. It seemed like all the teens in the house were going somewhere. Which was no surprise to him. After all it was Friday. He decided he'd go see what Rogue was doing. She did, after all, seem to like him. He found her looking out of an upstairs bay window. He decided a direct approach would be best, so he sat down across from her. She looked at him, sighed, then looked back out the window. He took this as a good sign.

"Ah don't play well wit' otha's," she mumbled, "'Specially since ya new. So go away."

"Why y' here all alone," he asked, "Everyone else is goin' out. Ain't y' got plans?"

She looked at him, "No, ah don't. Now go away an' leave meh alone."

He crossed his legs on the window sill, "Well ah t'ink a belle fille like y'self should go out on a Friday night."

"Lucky for ya, ah didn't ask what ya think," she hissed.

He smiled, "Ah know, but ah'm gonna tell y' anyway."

"Oh joy," she said sarcastically.

"Chere," he spoke softly, "Y' don't even know meh, der's no reason t' bite my head off. Jus' tryin' t' make conversation."

She glared at him, "Ya a ladies man, ah can tell by the way the girls were gushin' ova ya. Ya say ya confident but ya really arrogant. Ya like a challenge, which is why ya talkin' t' meh, cause ah ain't fallin' all ova ya. Ya used t' gettin' what ya want but that ain't gonna happen cause ah have no interest in ya. Ya also got a lot of money. Ah can tell cause ya clothes are designa. Ya use that 'ah'm so hot an' bad boyish' smirk t' get what ya want. Did ah miss anythin'?"

He blinked a few times, "Non, ah t'ink y' covered it."

"Good," she plastered a fake smile on her face, "Now there's a nice girl down stairs named Emma Frost who'd love ya. Go botha her."

He smiled, "T'anks for da offa but ah t'ink ah'll stay here wit' y'. So let meh see," he looked her over, "Y' da tough girl dat people know not t' mess wit'. Y' act like not'in' botha's y' but dat's jus' t' hide da fact dat y' insecure an' scared. So y' act bitchy an' indifferent t' keep people from gettin' t' close. An' when people do get t' close y' shut down an' run. Am ah close?"

She stood up and slapped him across the face, "Ya an asshole, stay the fuck away from meh. Ya bastard."

He held the side of his face as he watched her walk away. How had he managed to offend her and get her to hate him all in a matter of minutes? And worst of all, why did it make her all the more attractive to him? He shook his head and stood up, jogging after her. There had to be a way to get to this girl. Something, anything to get her to at least like him enough to talk to him. He'd work his way up from there, but friendship was always a start. Though she did have him pegged. He was a ladies man, but not in the man whore kind of way. If truth be told, he'd only had sex with one girl…Belladonna. That proved to be the biggest mistake of his life and he regretted it, among other things, every day. He caught up with her easily.

"Désolé," he said from behind her, "Ah didn't mean t' offend y' petite. Ah was jus' funnin' wit' y'. Ah didn't mean any harm, honest."

She spun around on her heels, "What, are ya gonna stalk meh or somethin'? What part of leave meh alone don't ya undastand?"

He smirked, "Da leavin' part."

"Ha ha, ya so funny," she said dryly, "Now go find some new friend t' play wit'. Betta yet, ya got a room, go play wit' ya'self."

He placed his hand over his heart, "Y' words wound meh chere. Ah jus' wanna talk t' y'. Maybe get t' know y' betta."

She placed her hands on her hips again, "Ah think ah've made it clear that ah don't wanna talk wit' ya an' ah sure as hell don't wanna get t' know ya."

He looked down at the feisty Southern Belle, "Well ah do so y' jus' gonna have t' get used t' meh ah guess."

She looked up at him with the most brilliant green eyes he'd ever seen. They looked like emeralds. He zoned out as she started speaking, focused on nothing but those heart stopping eyes. How had he not noticed them before? They were amazing and they matched so well with her pale skin and unique hair. He moved closer to her, transfixed on those breath taking eyes. His own eyes moved down a bit, refocusing on a pair of plump, pink lips. They teased him as they moved, begging him to kiss them. Just one kiss wouldn't hurt anybody. She snapped her fingers in his face, forcing him back to reality.

"Ah said will ya stop lookin' at meh like that," she took a step back, "It's freakin' meh out."

He blinked a few times, "Désolé. Y' jus' have extremely beautiful eyes. Lost myself for a minute."

She scuffed, "Extremely beautiful eyes. Please. That's guy code for 'ah was starin' at ya rack'. Pervert."

"Non," he shook his hands, "Ah wasn't lookin' at dem. Ah really was focused on y' eyes. T'ieves' honor."

She raised an eyebrow, "Thief? Great, that's jus' great," she threw her hands up in the air as she walked away, shaking them wildly, "A thief. He's a stalka, a ladies man, a perv an' now he's a thief. Jus' my luck."

He walked a bit behind her, "Ah can still hear y'. Still right here."

She turned and jabbed a finger into his chest, "Listen, if ya don't leave meh alone ah will drain ya sorry Cajun b'hind. Ya get meh."

He took her hand and kissed it, "Not really chere, non."

She pulled her hand away, "Don't kiss meh, don't touch meh, don't look at meh, don't talk t' meh. So in otha words, get the hell away from meh!"

He stepped closer to her, "What 'bout meh don't y' like?"

She looked him over, "The whole package," she patted his shoulder then walked away again.

"Well ah happen t' like all of y'," he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

Next thing he knew he was on his back, her foot on his chest, "Touch meh again an' ah'll break ya fuckin' arm. Undastood?"

He shook his head, "Oui."

He watched as she walked away, deciding maybe he should give her a bit to calm down. He got up and stretched. It had been a long time since someone had flipped him like that. He didn't even have a chance to prepare. That girl really was something. He took a step forward then corrected himself. Maybe this would be a good time to introduce himself to the rest of the house. Or get something to eat. He liked his second idea better. He walked towards the stair, heading straight for the kitchen. He smiled when he noticed she was there, talking to a very attractive blonde. They both looked up. The blonde smiled, Rogue rolled her eyes. What was with this guy?

"Who's he," Emma asked.

Rogue placed her head on the table, using her arms to hide her face, "The bane of my existence. He's been here not even a day an' he's stalkin' meh."

Emma laughed, "Well what's his name."

"Jackass," Rogue mumbled.

"Remy LaBeau," he introduced himself.

Emma blushed, "It's nice to meet you. My name's Emma Frost."

He bowed his head to her, "Nice t' meet y' t'. Maybe y' can convince y' friend ah'm not some terrible, awful person."

Rogue snorted, "Not likely," she looked up at Emma, "Have ya seen Sam 'round? Ah'd ratha deal wit' his persistence then this guy."

Gambit laughed, "Y'll warm up t' meh eventually."

They both watched as he took an apple then left the room, "He seems to like you. Why don't you go for it? He's hot."

Rogue massaged her temples, "He's annoyin' an' obnoxious."

"Come on Rogue," Emma nudged her arm, "Ever since the whole Cody moving thing you've been so shut down and lots of guys have shown interest. Why not give him a chance?"

Rogue sighed, "Cody got meh. He was great an' didn't mind my mutation. He moved right before ah got full control. Ah don't wanna go out wit' some guy an' ah'm perfectly happy bein' single. Ah jus' haven't found someone ah like."

Emma looked at her, her blue eyes burning into Rogue, "You won't let yourself find the right guy. I mean Evan tried, Ray tried, Pietro tried, Sam's trying and now this new guy. You need to give one of them a chance."

Rogue stood, "Ah'll give a guy a chance when it feels right. Ah'm gonna go for a walk."

Emma sighed, "Alright. Just try and think about what I said."

Rogue nodded and left the kitchen. She headed for the back door. The gazebo on the Cliffside was her destination. She always went there when she needed to think or just get away from everyone. The best part was, no one else ever went there. She didn't know the reason but no one else seemed to like it. She groaned when she saw it was occupied and by him no less. What was with this guy? He turned his head in her direction. She was about to turned away when she noticed his eyes seemed to glow. They hypnotized her, causing her to walk towards him. He stayed perfectly still, fearing movement would cause her to leave. It was starting to get dark. Remy's eyes felt much better. She reached out a hand as she got close, touching his face. She blinked a few times then shook her head, bringing herself out of the trance she seemed to be in.

She backed up, "What the hell did ya jus' do t' meh?"

He blinked, "Ah didn't do anyt'in'."

"Ya eyes," she took another step back, "They were glowin'."

He looked at the ground, "Dey were adjustin' t' da dark. Dey glow when light changes or when ah feel a strong emotion."

She walked around him, sitting on the opposite side of the gazebo, "Do people say stuff t' ya 'bout them? Humans ah mean."

He looked up at her, "All da time. It's one of da reasons ah wear sunglasses. Used t' give meh a lot of trouble in school. Dis Bayville High School, is it for jus' mutants?"

"No," Rogue looked out at the water, "Mutants an' humans. There's a lot of mutant haters there. It's annoyin' but we survive."

"Dey gonna mess wit' my bike," he asked.

She looked back at him, "Ya bike?"

"Y' know," he pretend revved an engine, "my bike. As in my motorcycle."

She lifted a brow, "Ya ride a motorcycle? Ya wear a trench coat when ya do," she teased.

"Sometimes," he responded, "Why, do y'?"

She stretched out, "Sometimes. Depends on Logan's mood. Ah want one of my own but ah can't get one."

"Y' bein' serious," he looked her over, "Y' don't seem like da type t' know how t' drive one."

She smirked, "We could take ya's for a spin. Ah'll show ya how ah drive."

He shook his hands, "Dat's alright. Ah'll jus' trust y'."

She stood up, ruffling his hair as she walked past, "Ya ain't that bad Remy. Well, catch ya lata."

He watched the way her hips moved as she walked away. So he wasn't that bad? Did this mean she was warming up to him? Or maybe it meant she could tolerate him. She was something. Sexy, strong and she could ride. She gave off this vide that just screamed sex to him. He smirked at the idea. She probably had some kind of experience. With all the guys that seemed interested in her, one had to have gotten there at one point or another. He got up and stretched, deciding it was time to put all of his belongings away. He'd try talking to her again tomorrow. Maybe she'd be a little friendlier, maybe.