Author's Note: And so another chapter comes to pass. I hope you enjoy it! There is more Betsy and Warren mentioning. There actually is very little ROMY but no worries, it will get better. And the fun arguing is good, no?

Shout outs:

Britz: Thanks for the suggestions. I'm only using more common French words. I don't really speak very much French anyway, so mostly I've been using translators. I'm glad you like my ROMY. Thanks for the review.

Shygirl: I don't think the rating will go up… well, it will probably end up being PG-13 if it isn't already. (I don't remember) Sorry, no sex. At least not in this story. Who knows about the sequel?

SperryDee: Gotta love the Ice Queen persona. Hehe. Thanks for reviewing. Hope ya like the update.

Roguechere: I hope you don't mind that there are only a few French words in this one, so you will have to scroll if you don't know them. *Sorry* I didn't mean to give Bobby a bad rep, but I needed a reason that him and Rogue broke up and a reason that she doesn't want to date at all. He became the scapegoat.

Rika-chan: Wow! Thanks for giving me an ego! You're too nice. Anyway, this story is already complete so no worries about writer's block. I'm just sporadically updating 'cause I have to edit them and reformat as I go. Hope you like it.

The Flirt and the Rogue

by, Caliente

Chapter 4 – Harmless Flirting

"Look Bobby, why don't ya just leave meh alone?" Rogue yelled at the Iceman. "Ah told ya, we're not datin' anymo'. Why don't ya go play tonsil hockey with Boom Boom? Ya didn't seem ta mind doin' it when we were datin'."

"Rogue, I already apologized for that! Can't you forgive me?" Bobby pleaded.

"It's not that… Ah am not willin' ta get mah heart stepped on again." She looked at him and smiled. "Ah told ya, we can be friends. Ah don't date anymo'."

The two arguing friends entered the cafeteria for breakfast. Jubilee and Kitty immediately waved at her and she broke away from Bobby with one last look. She made her way over to her friends with a smile, until she caught a glimpse of red on black eyes next to Jubilee. Her smile fell and she immediately looked slightly accusing, "What is *he* doin' heah?"

"He, like, doesn't know that many people yet, ya know? We thought he might like to eat with us," Kitty offered innocently.

"What's wrong chere? Y' don' look happy t' see Remy." Remy smirked at the Southern belle.

"Like Ah care where ya eat Swamp Rat," Rogue responded rolling her eyes.

"Do y' call all y' teachers by pet names or is Gambit jus' lucky?" Remy asked playfully.

"Teacher? You?" Was all Rogue could say before she cracked up with laughter.

Gambit's eyes narrowed and he glared slightly at the cackling girl. "What's so funny chere? Remy has mo' skills den y' know." He winked suggestively as Rogue threw him a disgusted look.

"Ugh, Ah thank Ah just lost mah appetite," Rogue said in a disgusted voice.

"Y' should eat chere, y' gonna need y' strengt' fo' Remy's class." Gambit was all smiles again.

"What do you teach Remy, oh, um, Mr. LeBeau?" Jubilee cut in on their verbal banter.

"Please petite, call Remy, Remy or Gambit. An' he'll be teachin' defense classes t' some o' de older enfants. An' private lessons fo' dose étudiants dat have only defensive powers. Like de River Rat an' de petite dere." He pointed to Kitty when he said the word "dere".

"Hey!" Rogue cried indignantly at the River Rat remark. "Ah'm no River Rat, Swamp Rat."

"Don' lie chere, Remy knows yer accent. Mississippi River Rat, t'rough and t'rough," Remy responded with a lazy grin.

Rogue's glare grew larger. "Shut up Cajun," she sneered angrily, her voice growing dangerously low. "Ah don't appreciate yer crap. An' Ah don't wanna heah ya mention one thang about mah accent or mah past again. Ya heah meh?" Remy nodded dumbly. "Good," was all she said before she spun around and stalked out of the room.

"So, are you, like, this charming with all the ladies or is Rogue just special?" Kitty managed to ask through her giggles.

Remy turned to her and threw her a small glare before breaking out the charming smile. 'Somet'ing about dat girl… Remy don' know what it is, but he's gonna find out.' "Which room is de Rogue's?" he inquired innocently.

"Betsy and Rogue share the room with their name on it in the girl's floor," Jubilee answered, clearly confused. "It's the wing on the left, second door on the right."

With a final charming smile, Remy waved a quick good-bye to the two girls and quickly exited the room. Remy jogged through the halls and up two flights of stairs. He turned to the left wing and made his way to the second door on the right. He hesitated for a moment before confidently knocking on the door.

"What is it?" came the annoyed reply. He was disappointed, it wasn't Rogue. This voice was British.

"Betsy?" Remy asked tentatively. "Is Rogue in dere?"

The door swung open and an attractive but clearly peeved girl stood in front of Remy with her arms crossed expectantly. The girl had long black hair and an Asian complex. She had an odd red mark over eye but it was not unattractive. She was petite with a slender, athletic feature. Her movements suggested she was some sort of thief or assassin, maybe a ninja. "Who are you? How do you know Rogue?" clearly she was angry, though not at him. "And how do you know my name?"

"Je suis Remy LeBeau or Gambit," Remy answered kissing the back of her hand. "Dough de ladies call Remy de Ragin' Cajun," he added with a sparkle of humor in his voice. Betsy grunted in response to his statement. "Remy met de Rogue las' nigh'. He's a new self-defense teacher here at de institute. Gambit knew yer nom because it's on de door." Remy pointed to the name plaque.

"Oh," her demeanor seemed to calm slightly. "Sorry for my rudeness, luv. It's just that my beau, Warren, was seen with some other bird. It's all over the National Snoops magazine."

"Yer homme is in de National Snoops magazine?" Remy inquired shocked by the news.

"He's Warren Worthington III, you know, the bloke who runs Worthington Industries." Betsy seemed unphased by her boyfriends' elite status.

"Oh. Well, Gambit t'inks he's a fool if he cheated on y'." Gambit offered her a small smile. "If y' see Rogue, would y' tell her dat Remy was lookin' fo' her?" Betsy nodded returning his smile. "T'anks petite. Remy owes y' one." Remy kissed her hand once more and turned, and walked back down the hall.

Minor translations (since I'm getting translation complaints!):

chere – dear

petite – little one

enfants – children

étudiants – students

Je suis – I am

nom – name

homme – man

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