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Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews, even the flames! I'm glad you care enough to tell me what's wrong with the story! Thanks for all the bets as well, but y'all who know me are gonna win yourself some moolah, and y'all dat don't… well just prepare to be bankrupt! ^-^ lol

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Remy grumbled under his breath as he reached the Xavier institute. His first day in Highschool had turned out for the worst. 'But so wort' de time' he thought as he recalled the fight in French class. His harmless proclamation of his love had started an all-out war between Him, the X-Men's leader, and Magneto's son.

" Remy! Ah got a bone ta pick wit' ya!"

Remy smirked as he saw Rogue walking towards him, fury written all over her face. " Somet'in' wrong, chere?" he asked.

Rogue took a deep breath. " Ah can't believe ah'm doin' this… but Ah need ta pass mah course. Remembah our teacha in French?"

" Oui, M. Lemmings? Wat 'bout de homme?" he asked taking out a cigarette and prepared to light it.

Rogue glared at him, snatched the cigarette from his mouth and stepped on the inferior piece of trash. " That thang will be th' end o' ya if ya keep smoken' 'em," she said. " Anyway, he said tha' he was disappointed that Ah was failing even tho' he knows Ah speak French. So, in order fa me ta pass th' course. Ah gotta get tutored."

Remy smirked inwardly, knowing that Mr. Lemmings had bet $250 on him. ' Well, can't hurt dat Remy be killin' deux birds wit' un stone'

" Y'want Remy t' tutor y'?" he asked, pretending that his ears were clogged.

Rogue shifted her weight on her left leg and placed her hand on her hip. " Look, Ah could jus' ask Sc-"

" Oui, Remy do it fo' y', chere," Remy said, scowling at Scott's name. " As long as it be French, Remy know lots o' t'ings ta teach y'."

Rogue smiled sheepishly and hung her head. " Well… actually, ya have ta tutor me in History too… Teacha said Ah did great in tests, but Ah don't do mah homework."

Remy stared at the beauty before him. " Chere, wat is it y' do in school dat y' don' do well?" he asked, reaching for his pack of cigarettes.

Rogue eyed the pocket in which it was hidden and smiled slyly. She pressed up against him and watched as he blinked in shock, his arms falling limply on his sides. Rogue rubbed his chest and looked at him square in the eyes. " Wouldn't ya like to know?"

Remy gulped audibly as she walked back into the mansion, making sure she blew him a kiss before she went up the stairs.

' Dat fille be de death o' Remy' he thought. He reached back into his pockets to retrieve his pack, only to find it missing. He chuckled and shook his head. ' Chere be full o' surprises…'

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Rogue flopped down on her bed and took a relaxing breath to calm her sensed. ' What was Ah thinkin'?' she wondered as she replayed the scene in her head. She fingered the cigarette box and crumpled them before tossing them in the garbage can.

' Is it really possible that Ah do lahke that Cajun?' she asked as she turned around and lay flat on her stomach.

She was thankful for whomever knocked at her door, hoping it wasn't Remy. She smiled as Scott greeted her, as she opened the door.

" Hey Rogue!" he said enthusiastically.

Rogue smiled and opened her door wide. Scott took the invitation and politely went inside her room.

"What brings ya ta mah room?" Rogue asked as she prepared to take out her books. Despite everyone's belief, she did her homework and she did manage to understand the texts considerably well, however she just chose not to become another 'Jean'.

" Well, your English Lit teacher as well as your Mathematics teacher asked me if I could tutor you," Scott said as he smiled brightly.

Rogue groaned and sat on her bed. " Why is it mah punishments seem ta always be tutorin'?" she wondered out loud.

Scott smirked slightly and leaned on the wall. " If I didn't know better, I'd say you didn't want my company."

Rogue shook her head. " Well, its not just that!" she joked. " No, Remy was asked ta tutor me in French an' History. It seems th' only subjects Ah'm not being tutored is Phys Ed. An' Art."

" Remy is tutoring you in French?" Scott asked incredulously. " He barely even started that subject and the teacher assumes he can teach you a thing or two?"

Rogue rolled her eyes. " Well if Ah didn't know any bettah Scott Summahs, Ah'd think ya were jealous."

'You'd be right,' he thought sourly.

" Me? Jealous of that Gambling Creole? I'm just worried about your studies," Scott lied.

Rogue laughed. " Don't ya worry none Sugah, if it makes ya feel any bettah, Logan's gonna be chaperoning us, and Kurt's gonna keep a close eye on him."

Scott sighed and nodded. " Anyway, I'll just be heading down. Jean asked if I could drive her to the game tonight."

Rogue nodded and let him out. ' Jean just doesn't want you hanging out with me.'

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Author's Note: wow… I made my first Romy-filled chapter! Short tho… ^-^ Implied: To Be… Continued…