He looked around, Bayville High School didn't seem that bad. It had pretty girl which he loved. He didn't see her though. He'd been disappointed to find out she was in the grade below him, meaning they wouldn't have many classes together, if any. He looked at his schedule, not knowing where his first class was. He felt someone pat his shoulder. He smiled when he saw Colossus.

"Need some help," he asked.

"Yeah," Gambit handed him his schedule.

"Ah, you have first period with me," he handed it back, "It's down this hall. The teacher is a bit of a bitch but the subject matter is interesting. Professor put you in advanced classes."

"Yeah, ah was in dem in my old school," he shrugged, "No big deal. My dad always wanted my brotha an' ah t' be well educated."

Colossus smiled, "Then you should do well here. So Kitty has told me that Rogue has mentioned you a few times. I'm not sure if she's of interest to you but she is an extremely attractive girl."

Gambit smiled widely, "She's of interest alright. An' yes, she is an extremely, extremely attractive girl. Ah love dat Southern attitude of hers."

"Well thanks sug," she said from behind him, "Ya kinda growin' on meh. Well see ya 'round."

"Hey wait," he grabbed her arm, "Do y' have any of des classes?"

She took his schedule, "Ah have French, Gym, Lunch an' Free Period wit' ya. An' my English an' History classes are right across the hall from ya's so it looks like ah really will be seein' ya 'round."

She blew him a kiss as she walked away, "Seems like Rogue is taken with you."

He looked back at Colossus, "Or she's a really good tease."

A football player bumped into him, "Hey watch where you're going mutant fucker."

"Gawd Dunkin," Rogue spat while looking back, "Is ya vocabulary really that small? Or is it ya brain? Ah know big words can be hard t' undastand afta bein' hit in the head so many times but really. Ah mean fucka, is that the best way ya can describe him?"

"Listen bitch," Dunkin glared at her, "Mind your own damn business. I have no problem putting you in your place."

She laughed, "Ya think ah'm scared of an oaf like ya. Please, ah can drop ya ass fasta then ya can say ya name. So ah dare ya, try an' put meh in my place. Ah mean if ya man enough that is."

He took a step closer to her, "You think I won't. Say something one more time and I will."

Colossus held Gambit's arm, "Trust me, Rogue can handle herself."

Rogue smirked, "Come on then. Don't sit 'round talkin' 'bout it, do somethin'."

He walked up to her, taking a swing as he did so. She ducked out of the way. She grabbed his arm and wrenched it behind his back, slamming him into a locker as she did so. She used her other hand to pull his elbow up while twisting his wrist. He grunted then let out a small yelp. She pushed him into the locker even more. He tried to use his other hand to push away but she positioned her feet so that he couldn't move. She tightened her grip on his wrist, causing him to grunt even more.

"That's what ah thought," she smiled, "Now go t' class like a good little boy an' be thankful ah didn't break ya damn wrist."

People laughed as she let him go. He rubbed his wrist and glared at her. She raised an eyebrow. They watched as he walked away. She waved at Gambit and Colossus then walked towards her locker. Gambit smirked. Damn, she was perfect. He still felt like blowing that Dunkin kid up though. Colossus nudged him, jerking his head towards the classroom. Gambit took this as a signal to go. He followed Colossus into his first period. Colossus had been right, European history was a fascinating subject but the teacher was a bitch. He left the class feeling energetically drained. He looked down at his schedule…French. He smiled widely, glad that he was going to see Rogue.

"Ya goin' in the wrong direction," she laughed as he walked down the hall, "French is this way. Ya know, in the language hall."

He spun around, "Well ah'm glad ah have y' as my guide."

She walked up to him, looping her arm through his, "Ya got a lot t' learn Cajun."

He willingly let her pull him along, "But ah have a douce jeune fille, belle t' teach meh, droit?"

She looked up at him, "Oui, that ya do. Ah'll teach ya all ya need t' know sugah."

He liked the sound of that. She pulled her arm away from his when they entered the class room. He watched her take a seat next to the boy known as Cannonball. He watched the boys face light up as Rogue talked to him. He was introduced to the class when the teacher walked in then was told to take the empty seat on Rogue's right. His day was just getting better and better. He ripped out a piece of paper from his notebook then scribbled something on it. He tossed it on Rogue's desk. She looked at him then opened it.

What are you doing this weekend?

She rolled her eyes but pulled out a pen. He could have easily asked her between classes or at home. They did live in the same house after all and this note passing was going to make her miss some of the lessons. She noticed him smile as she scribbled on the piece of paper. So he really was getting to her. She hadn't tried to kill him, she hadn't tried to rip his head off. She was even being nice to him. She blushed a bit as he looked at her. She threw the note back on his desk, re-focusing on the lesson.

Can this wait until after class?

He loved her hand writing. He smirked at her. He scribbled something else. Sure he was making her miss the lesson and it would probably result in her either hitting him, not speaking to him or being pissed at him. Though at the moment he didn't really care. He tossed it back on her desk. He smirked when she rolled her eyes but re-opened the note anyway.

iI's a matter of life and death really. So unless you want me to spontaneously combust in the middle of the class I need to know what you are doing this weekend. Do you want me to die?

She huffed a bit then glared at him for a moment. He smiled at her, earning himself another roll of the eyes. She did look extremely cute when she was ticked or angry. She bit her lip, debating whether she should ignore the note or humor him with a response. She had an A in French so she could easily re-teach herself the lesson by re-reading the chapter tonight. She groaned then began to write on the sheet of paper. Damn that annoying, persistent boy. She also mentally kicked herself for choosing a boy over a French four honors lesson. She glanced at him and noticed how his grin seemed childish. He looked like he was excited that she was responding yet again. The teacher asked her a question which she quickly answered right, much to her relief. She handed the note back to the obnoxious boy.

You're being a bit over dramatic don't you think. I mean really, I'm missing my lesson since you're distracting me with this meaningless note. If you really must know I'm doing nothing this weekend and no I don't want to go out with you. So please don't ask. I'm sorry but I'm just not interested. Now please let me focus.

He frowned. He thought she was interested. If she wasn't then why was she talking to Shadowcat about him. This was a minor set back, she'd come around eventually and until then he was going to be persistent as all hell. So he grinned at her and began to write on paper again. She placed her face in her hands as he dropped the note back on her desk.

Come now petite, you can't make time for this Cajun fool? I'd do anything to have just one day with you. I'll show you a good time and if I am wrong then I'll leave you be but if you do have a good time you'll allow me to take you out again. It's sounds like a win win to me. I'm really not that bad, despite the ladies man reputation. You've really got nothing to lose.

He smiled when he noticed her thinking about it. She really didn't have anything to lose. She had to admit, despite earlier comments, he was extremely good looking and he did seem genuinely interested in her. Then again he had asked if she was a virgin, which meant he thought she wasn't. this also meant he was thinking about having sex with her and she didn't want to be just a one night thing to him. Not that she'd ever have sex with him. Though she didn't think it'd be bad. But, no, no, she was not thinking about this. It was a no, this was a no, he was a no. she quickly scribbled, not caring how harsh it sounded.

No, you thick headed boy. No, no, no. I know I won't have a good time because I'll be with you. I tolerate you but don't go getting ideas that I like you or something. Because I never will and quite frankly your constant harassment is annoying. Stop stalking me, stop trying to get to know me. You may think we're friends but we aren't. So go stalk and fuck some other girl.

He felt like someone had knocked the air out of him. He hadn't expected her to respond like that. He didn't know what he'd done to the girl to make her act friendly but really, truly hate him. His expression saddened. He glanced at her only to notice her glancing at him. She looked upset. She noticed him looking and quickly looked back at the board. He tried again.

You're right, you'd probably have a terrible time. Unless maybe the reason you're acting so hateful is because you're too chicken to go on a date with me. Maybe I'm just too much for you to handle. I don't blame you. I mean, I am pretty intense. I understand if you just feel like you'll crack under pressure…every girl does.

He flicked the note back on her desk. He watched her jaw clench but she opened it anyway. He watched her face go from sad to pissed. Yes, he'd struck a nerve and by doing so, just may have got himself a date. He bit his lip, trying not to laugh as she slammed her palms on the surface of her desk. She stood up and jabbed a finger in his face. Some of the class looked at her.

"AH CAN'T HANDLE YA! PLEASE," she growled, "FRIDAY NIGHT. SEVEN O'CLOCK. YA ON SWAMP BOY!"

He shrugged, "Alright, ah doubt y' gonna make it dough."

She crumbled up the note and threw it at his head, "Get ova ya'self."

They both looked to front of the classroom when they heard a cough. The teacher raised an eyebrow. Rogue's face went from pale to pink. She sank back into her seat. Sam looked at her, wide eyed. It wasn't like her to just have random out bursts in the middle of class. He looked past her to Gambit, who looked extremely pleased with himself for whatever reason.

"Désolé," they both mumbled.

The teacher went back to her lesson. Gambit grinned widely when Rogue glared at him. In exchange for his kind gesture he received the finger. This only made him chuckle. He knew he was going to get slapped at some point. So when Rogue shoved him into a locker after class he wasn't really surprised. She stopped dead in her tracks when she realized she had Gym next. Gambit wrapped his arm around her shoulder and smiled down at her. She hung her head in defeat. Three periods in and she was already wanting to go home. She practically jumped into Jean's arms when she saw her. Sadly, Cyclops was in Gym with them as well, which meant Rogue had no one to save her from the menace that was Remy LaBeau.

She changed as slowly as possible after "forgetting" her locker combination several times. She would have worn her long sleeved under armor under her Gym shirt, which was fashioned much like a basket ball jersey, and sweat pants over her Gym shorts but it was still hot outside. This meant if she wore the extra layers she would have a heat stroke…and die. But if she didn't she'd hear Gambit's relentless remarks, which meant public mortification. This also would result in death. So she had her choice…die by means of heat stroke or die by means of Gambit. She chose Gambit…this death was much quicker.

She poked her head out of the locker room door. There was no sign of him in the gym. This meant she still had time to find a safe hiding spot until class officially started. Once it did start he wouldn't be able to harass her, the teachers would make sure of that. She made a dash for behind the bleachers. She stopped when she noticed him leaning again the side. Damn him, damn him to hell. She froze when he looked up, meeting her square in the eyes. Fuck. He started walking towards her. Double fuck. She looked around but there was no where else to hide. Triple fuck. She shook her head and faced the facts. She was pretty much fucked forward, backward, sideways, upside down, right side up and inside out.

"Ah love da outfit," he looked her over, "Y' look really sexy in it."

She slapped her hand against his chest, "If ya gonna get a hard on by lookin' at meh then go back into the locka room," she pushed, causing him to stagger backwards a bit.

He laughed, "Well y' could join meh…don't t'ink a quickie would hurt," he winked.

"Get ya mind outta the gutta, ya dirt bag," she said before fake gagging, "An' ah'd neva touch ya like that, let alone sleep wit' ya."

"So y' want meh t' do da touchin'," he wiggled his eyebrows.

"The only thin' ya touchin' is ya'self," she hissed then began to walk away.

"Chere," he followed closely behind, "Ah t'ink it really unhealthy dat y' keep t'inkin' 'bout meh masterbatin'. If y' wanna see meh naked all y' gotta do is ask."

She spun on her heels, "Ya the most vile, disturbin', disgustin' boy ah have eva met."

He smirked, "Is dat y' way of sayin' y' like meh? 'Cause ah mean ah got da message already."

She stomped her foot, "No! It's my way of sayin' FUCK OFF!"

He stepped closer to her, "So ah should be expectin' a kiss afta our date."

"Ya should be expectin' a fist t' the face at the rate ya goin'," she grumbled as she stalked off again.

"Dos shorts make y' ass look great," he called.

"AH HATE YA," she yelled back.

He laughed, "SURE Y' DO. AH KNOW Y' WANT MEH. IT'S OKAY."

She stopped, looking over her shoulder, "YA RIGHT, AH WANT YA. AH WANT YA LIKE JESUS WANTS A CROSS."

"HEY," he shrugged, "AH DON'T MIND Y' WORSHIP."

She shrieked then sat in the corner, burying her face in her arm. Nothing phased this guy, not. It was like he liked being insulted. She shivered, he probably got off on it in some sick, messed up way. She was an enabler to some kind of masochist. She groaned…she'd also agreed to go on a date with said masochist. She started mentally kicking her self. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She took a deep breath. She'd not only agreed to a date but turned it into some kind of challenge…quadruple fucked.