"It doesn't even phase her" he walked the halls with Scott, "I betray bucket head, I sleep with her, we drive to school together and she still won't say she's my girl."
"Well, you're basically dating. I mean you guys do almost everything together," he paused, "It's like you've been best friends for years, known each other for your whole lives. But you can tell she loves you. I think maybe she's afraid that something will happen if she shows it. I think you just need to be patient with her. It took Jean and I years to get together."
"Yeah, maybe," he smiled, "Speaking of which, catch you later Shades. I have to escort one very fine lady to class."
He gave Scott a quick salute of sorts and walked away. It has been a month and a half since he'd saved Rogue and joined the X-men. He casually leaned against Rogue's locker. He looked down at the small Southern girl in front of him, rummaging through her locker. He leaned down, grabbing the history book she'd been looking for.
"Thank you," she smiled, "You enjoying your day?"
"I am now chere," he grabbed her books, "You know I'd be happy to share my locker with you. Mine's closer to your classes and you'd get to see me more."
She smirked, "And why would I want to do something like that? Besides that's couple stuff."
He closed her locker, "Aren't we a couple? I mean, we do things couples do. Like sleep together and go out to dinner. Plus we love each other. I'd say sharing a locker is a pretty small step compared to all of that."
She sighed as they walked to her next class, "I don't know Rem. I don't really consider us a couple, more like friends with benefits."
"See," he stopped her, "I don't like that, I don't want that. I want to be with you, as your boyfriend. Not sometimes, not in private, all the time. Why don't you want that?"
She looked away, "Because I don't want to get hurt," she looked back up.
His eyes burned with determination, "I promise, no I swear to you that I will never intentionally hurt you. Just trust me for a change, okay?"
She smiled, "Alright, I'm trusting you Remy."
She rose up and kissed him. She pulled away and laughed. His eyes shined, his mouth curved into a goofy smile. She grabbed his free hand. He pulled away, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She snuggled close to him as they walked. People stared as they passed. He didn't mind letting them all know that she was his and no one else's.
"Well I guess this is my stop, I'll see you at lunch," she grabbed her books, "and I think I may take you up on that locker offer. It would be easier for me," she kissed him before heading into class.
"Dude," on of Dunkin's friends called, "How'd you manage that?"
"Manage what homme," Remy turned to the group of guys standing near the classroom.
He pointed to the classroom, "The sexy Goth chick. The one with the white steaks in her hair."
"You mean Rogue," he questioned.
"Yeah, she never dates anyone. Dunkin's gonna flip. She's turned him down three times," the boy chuckled.
"Mon chere likes me, I like mon chere. Simple as that," he shrugged.
"I guess. You're lucky man. A lot of guys at Bayville wanna tap that," he smiled.
"Excuse me," he glared, "That's my girlfriend you're talking about. Mind using some respect."
"Just saying, she's one fine piece of ass and if you don't try to get some, someone else will," he began to walk away.
Remy had heard enough. He grabbed the guys shoulder and decked him. The guy retaliated with a fist to the gut. They heard people gasp and shout as they threw punches and slammed each other into lockers. A teacher called for help. Rogue joined the rest of her classmates at the door, she pushed her way to the front.
"Dean," a girl called.
"Remy! What the hell are you doing," Rogue shouted from her classroom door, "Remy! Remy stop it!"
"Dean," Rogue looked to see Jean's friend Taren, "Dean, knock it off! Stop!"
She and Rogue ran over to the fighting teenagers, trying to pull them apart but they kept fighting. Taren tried to grip Dean's arm but he easily pulled away. Rogue gripped Remy's arm, digging her nails into his skin. He could feel small beads of blood running down his arm. She managed to pull him away.
"Cajun I said stop! Enough," her voice was low and threatening, "What is the matter with you?"
Before he could answer Dunkin appeared, "Hey! You got a problem or something?"
Remy stepped forward, "Yeah I have a problem with your friend calling my girlfriend a piece of ass and saying stuff about getting some."
Dunkin looked around, "And, uh, who might your girlfriend be. 'Cause, no offense, but you seem like the type to have a really skanky girlfriend. You know a 'hit it and quit it' kinda guy."
"Remy," he voice sounded soothing, "don't. He's not even worth it sugar."
Remy relaxed a bit and looked at her. Her emerald green eyes pleading with him to calm down. He drew in a deep breath and sighed. She loosened her grip and smiled a bit, still keeping her hand on his arm. Dunkin glared at the two of them, their seemingly intimate gestures causing his blood to boil.
"Her! You're dating her," he fumed, "Is this a joke? Of all people, you got her! How the fuck did you do that?!"
"Simple," he shrugged, "Mon chere has taste. She doesn't go for trash."
Dunkin clenched his fists, "Please, she's obviously just settling for you."
"Until what," he questioned, "Until you want her? From what I understand you do want her and she's clearly not interested. First you lose Jean then get rejected by Rogue. It has to sting to not be on the top anymore."
Dunkin moved forward, Rogue stepped in front of Remy, "You will keep your hands off my boyfriend or so help me god you'll be on your ass faster than you can say your name."
He stopped as she glared. She watched as the Principal walked towards them. Rogue looked back at Remy who placed his hand on her shoulder. He knew that he was in trouble and there would be hell to pay when he got back to the mansion after school. Dunkin glared at him one last time before turning to face Principal Kelly.
"Mr. LeBeau, why am I not surprised to see you here," he looked over, "Dean, Dunkin. Oh joy, all my usual problem children. The three of you come with me. Taren, Rogue, thank you for restraining these boys. Now, all of you, back to class."
"See you after school chere," he saluted, "Meet me by my bike."
Rogue nodded, "Don't do anything else stupid while I'm gone."
"So he, like, went like nuts or something," Kitty asked.
"Honestly, I don't know. All I know is that I left my class and saw Remy and Dean beating on each other," Rogue shook her head, "He's such a hot head sometimes."
"Hey, I'm sure he had, like, a good reason for it. Just ask when you, like, see him," Kitty smiled, "Well there's Lance, tell me about it later."
Rogue nodded. She leaned against Remy's jet black motorcycle and sighed. She let her mind wander as the sun hit her pale face. What was she going to do with that boy? He was always getting himself into some kind of trouble and a fight at school would not sit well with the Professor, or Logan for that matter. She shook her head.
"Hey girly," his sadistic voice came from behind her.
She froze for a moment then stood up and prepared to run. Her heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest. She opened her mouth but it was quickly covered by a giant paw like hand. Her breath caught in her throat, a million thoughts racing through her mind. Her powers were no good when her attacker was wearing gloves and so was she.
"I wouldn't," he spoke softly, his hand moving from her mouth to her throat, "I just want to know where your little boyfriend is. Boss is very, very upset with him. He seems to have a problem with keeping his hands to himself."
"I, I don't know where he is," she lied, "I haven't seen him all day."
"See," he squeezed around her throat, "I'm having trouble believing that. So let's try this again, where's Gambit?"
She gagged, "I told you, I don't know."
He squeezed harder, "Unless you want me to crush your windpipe you'll tell me where he is."
He twisted her around to face him, his hand still wrapped around her throat. She tried to breathe. He smiled and squeezed harder. Her hands gripped his wrist, trying to break his hold. She tried kicking with no luck. He looked past her and smiled. She gagged more as he lifted her off the ground, as if he was showing her to someone.
"You look so troubled or maybe that expression is pained," he smiled wider, baring his animal like teeth, "Is something wrong? Oh, her. I'd say she's about to fade. Well don't look so hurt. She's just a girl," he looked at Gambit's hand, "Charge that card and I'll snap her neck."
He dropped the card, "Please, just put her down," his voice sounded broken, "I'll do whatever you want. Just, just don't hurt her."
Saber tooth squeezed tighter, feeling her pulse slow even more. He growled in satisfaction. Her feet kicked desperately, her hands weakly trying to loosen his vice like grip. She choked again, the colors around her began to mix together. Her head began to pound and the world was spinning around her.
"Stop it," he begged, "Please, you're gonna kill her!"
Saber tooth laughed, "Do you hear how pathetic you sound? I never thought I'd see the day Gambit begged for a woman's life. Look how weak she'd made you. I'm not feeling a pulse anymore. Guess your girl gave up. Don't get all emotional."
Remy watched, unable to move, as he walked over to him. Saber tooth held Rogue up, as if to inspect her. He then dropped her lifeless body at Remy's feet and walked past him.
"If you hadn't betrayed us she might still be alive. I mean, if she'd survived my last attack," he sounded proud, "It's a shame really, she was such a pretty girl. You're debt is now repaid. Enjoy freedom."
Remy watched as he walked away. Once gone he turned back around and faced Rogue's body. He bent down to feel for a pulse. His heart almost stopped when he felt it. It was faint, almost nonexistent. He immediately went to work, forcing as much air into her lungs as possible. When it didn't work her cradled her head, placing it near his neck. He rocked back and forth, refusing to let himself cry. The faint cough made him jump a little. It was followed by a gasp.
"I can't breathe," she choked out.
"Chere," he pulled her head away and stared into her eyes, "you ok. I thought I'd lost you for a minute there."
She smiled weakly, placing her hand on his face, "You can't get rid of me that easily sugar."
He kissed her head, "I'd never want to. Let's get y' home chere."
He carefully lifted her up and carried her over to his motorcycle. He made sure she was strong enough to hold on. Once sure he drove away. She pulled herself closer to him so he could hear what she was saying.
"You know Logan's going to make you take an extra Danger Room session right," she questioned, "For getting in trouble at school."
"Yeah, I figured as much. I also have a week worth of detention. That Dean deserved it though," he patted her leg, "No one talks trash on my girl."