Okay, here's another chapter. Once again, I don't own anything. In response to some of the reviews: I was tired of Jean always being bitchy whenever Rogue got something she didn't, so in this fic she's going to be happy for them. HAPPY!! In this fic Scott's supposed to have liked Rogue for a long time, not just all of a sudden. Oh, and note to J.C. Thomas, that's a really, really good story so who cares if you're being hypocritical. I think that's all.

Rogue slipped hurriedly into her first hour seat, unaware of Scott's intent observation. He was starting to get worried. The bell was in two minutes, and their teacher would not appreciate an interruption of her class for delivery of floral arrangements. Kurt had told him to send the first few gifts unmarked so that she would get used to the idea of being liked. Since, according to Jean, Rogue was doing everything she could to not be noticed, she might be a little incredulous at first. The "secret admirer" bit should take care of that. Jean had said to start dropping hints after three weeks. Scott thought he might last one. He glanced up at the clock. Damn, only one minute left. There was a knock at the homeroom door almost simultaneous to his thought. Kurt hurried to open it. A bouquet of lilies stepped through the door. It was wearing Nikes. " Sign here," the flowers handed Kurt a note pad.

"But I didn't order them."

"Don't care. Sign there." The bouquet headed towards Rogue's seat.

Scott was watching her closely, and he could tell the exact moment she realized the flowers were for her. Her eyes lit up, and for just a second, he thought she might cry. But the next she was giving the deliverer the brightest, most dazzling smile Scott had ever seen.

"Who are they from?" she asked, still smiling and now very gently fingering the blossoms, as if afraid they might shatter and the moment go with them.

"Can't say, maam." suddenly the gruff delivery man seemed more like a school boy with a crush. "Ain't no card, no name a'tal."

"Thank you," she said, apparently because their was no one else to thank. The delivery man took his clipboard from Kurt and left the classroom, the normal chatter slowly resumed, the bell rang.

And Scott smiled.

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Rogue was still euphoric at lunch time. She'd breezed through her morning classes. A's on all her homework papers, but that didn't really register. She was still focused on the lilies, the smallest of which she now tucked behind her ear. She glanced in the mirror and sighed. Surely one day without the makeup wouldn't hurt anything. She could borrow Jean's sandals, Tabitha's jeans, Kitty's leather gloves, take off her black over shirt, and for just one day, for just that one person who cared, she would be herself. What could it hurt? she asked herself, taking the lily from her hair and laying it on the counter. What could it hurt? She washed off her makeup in the gym showers. What could it hurt? She searched through Tabitha's bag, Kitty's purse. What could it hurt? She reaffixed the flower and checked on it's sisters. What could it hurt? Too much to even think about. She walked out into the cafeteria.

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Okay, that's it for now. Sorry I kept ya'll waiting and that it's kinda short, but I like stopping at places like these. Hehe, I am evil, fear me. Anyway, please review, and keep reading.