"Why do you even bother going to school?" Kitty asked Remy the same question, in a different form, each and every day. Boy did that get annoying after a while. The two mutants stood outside Bayville High. "Aren't you failing, like, every class?"
He shook his head, not feeling as offended as he should. "No. I actually get decent grades." Short pause. "For when I actually go to class."
Kurt showed up behind them, happily eating a burrito. "Warf arf foo too shanding oof haif?" He asked, his mouth full of burrito. Little bits of beef and saliva went flying out. Kitty grimaced and took a step back. He finished chewing and swallowed. "Sorry." He smiled, scratching the back of his head with his free hand.
"Actually, we were standing out here, waiting for you." Remy said, almost sounding a little enthusiastic.
"Really?" asked Kurt, who did happen to sound very enthusiastic.
"No." The Cajun answered, with an eye roll behind his sunglasses. Kitty elbowed him, narrowing her eyes up at him.
"Mr. Faint here is just in denial." She explained rather badly, still shooting Remy 'looks.'
"In denial about waiting for me?"
"I did not—" Remy began to say his infamous line.
Ring! Rung the bell.
Kitty patted his shoulder. "Sure you didn't." She mumbled before they dragged themselves into the prison—I mean... school.
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What class is this again? Remy asked himself as he looked around the classroom; trying to figure out what class he was in. Yeah, he forgot what his class was but at least he remembered where it was. Oh well, he gets half credit.
"My goodness. Remy Lebeau is actually in class? It's good to see you're getting your act together." Jean said, flashing him a smile before taking her seat along with Scott, who had merely grunted as he passed the Cajun.
He later discovered that the class was Calculus, or something along the lines of that. His teacher, who looked like she shoved a throw pillow down the back of her pants, looked surprised to see him when she did roll call. By then he had it.. He hadn't skipped that much.
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By his third class, the second was Study Hall, Remy wanted to get out of there. He quietly walked down the hall, knowing that the only way to save his sanity was to get out of school. His whole body froze up when he heard footsteps coming from around the corner. He looked around, spotted a few closed in session classrooms and not so far away there was a janitors closet. Hurrying, he went in there, softly shutting the door behind him. He waited until the heavy footsteps were gone before reaching up to pull the string that would turn the light on.
"What are you doing?" Surprised, he turned around to see no one other than Rogue sitting on an upside down bucket.
"What are you doing?" He asked, the side of his mouth lifting into a smirk. "Can't stay away from me, huh?"
"I was in here first, Swamp rat." She mumbled, looking annoyed. Then again, she always looked annoyed. Okay, I lied. Almost always. Happy? "So, it's more like you can't stay away from me."
"What can I say?" He leaned against the door, crossing his arms over his chest. "Enemies attract." He said in opposed to 'opposites attract.'
She shifted uncomfortably; her butt was starting to go numb. "Can't ya go find another closet and attract yourself in there?"
He ignored that. "So, Roguey, what are you doing in here? I bet it has nothing to do with why you're sitting on a bucket that's usually used for dumping the remains of vomit in."
She immediately stood up, making a face. "That's disgusting."
"You were the one sitting on it."
"Shut up." She sniffed and made another face. "It smells like sawdust in here." He gave her a look. "Oh—ew. I want to get out of here." She walked the two feet over to the door, waiting for him to move.
"Why are you in here?"
"Because you're blocking my way out." His smirk almost turned into a smile. She reminded him of someone: himself. Yes, I know; scary thought. Two Remy's? The world can't survive that.
"You're skipping." It was like the sun suddenly started shining through the clouds when Remy realized that.
"Gee, can't get anything past you, Holmes."
Something suddenly snapped. "Want to get out of here?"
"Yes I do. Now if you'd move.."
"No, do you want to get out of here, as in school."
"Yeah, just not with you."
"Why? Give me give good reasons why and because I'm your enemy doesn't qualify."
She bit down on her lower lip as he waited. "Shut up."
He took a step forward and then held out his arm for her to grab. "Knew you'd see if my way. Let's go, chérie."
Rogue grunted and opened up the door. "Try anything funny and you're going to see night during the day."
"Lordy, Roguey. What a turn on." He slowly moved up two inches so he was standing directly in back of her, which wasn't a good thing to do seeing as how she elbowed him.
"And don't call me that."
"Sure thing, boss." He wheezed in a squeaky voice. "Just trust me, all right?"
She didn't say anything.
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"Where do you want to eat?" Remy asked Rogue as they walked down the street.
"What makes you think I want to eat anywhere with you?" She asked, stopping. She placed her hands on her hips and raised a brow. "Maybe I don't—"
"It's on me."
"Okay, lets go get something to eat. I know the perfect diner." She grabbed his arm and quickly walked down the street.
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"I didn't know you ate here." Rogue said, half surprised after a waitress greeted both of them, and winked admiringly at Remy.
"You've only been here a few weeks." He pointed out, sliding into the booth, deciding to take the seat across from her, not next to her. He picked up a menu and sighed. "I wish we decided to leave in the afternoon—" Rogue nodded her head.
"I'm not a breakfast person." They both said in unison.
Rogue almost smiled. Almost being the keyword. "Lets never do that again."
Remy nodded. "Agreed."
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"Lunch time at the school." Remy informed her. "Do you think your little Sisterhood friends noticed your absence yet?"
"Do you think your little X-Yankees noticed you were gone yet?" She shot back.
"To be honest, I could be gone for several weeks before they'd notice." The two Southerners were sitting on a bench in the local park. Rogue sat at the side, sitting sideways with her knees brought up to her chest. Remy sat at the other end, lazily charging and un-charging a card.
"Why do you stay with them?"
"Why do you stay with the Brotherhood?"
"God, can we stop answering a question with a question?" She asked, now sounding both frustrated and annoyed.
"I don't know, can we?" He turned his head over, raising both brows with amusement.
"Ugh." She put her feet to the ground and stood off. "I'm going." He grabbed her arm and pulled her back down.
"No, you're not. C'mon Roguey."
She struggled to get out of his grip. "Let go of me before I absorb your sorry Cajun ass."
"Why don't you then?" She suddenly stopped struggling. "Go ahead, Rogue. Make me faint."
"But you don't faint." She mumbled, avoiding any eye contact with him. Rogue shuddered in the warmth of her brown leather jacket. "I ain't going to absorb you. I don't want to." His grip on her arm loosened, within a few seconds he retracted his arm. She glanced up at him. "But it makes a good threat, right?"
He nodded, smiling slightly. "Right."
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"Gosh, today went by so quickly." Kitty said, sighing with relief as she walked down the stairs, besides Kurt, who was munching on a bag of chips. It was like he pulled food out of nowhere. How freaky. "Where's Gambit?" She asked with now a heavy sigh. "He usually gets out before us."
"Gambit skipped." They both turned around to see Scott and Jean standing behind them. Scott had spoken, not sounding surprised. "He's in my forth period class. Never showed up."
"He's in my P.E. class. Tenth period. Wasn't in there either." Jean explained, shaking her head. "The Professor isn't going to be happy to hear this."
"I'm sure he's used to it by now." Kitty said with a chuckle.
Kurt finished his bag of chips and licked his lips. "I'm sure he has a good reason."
Kitty, Scott and Jean exchanged glances.
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"Y'know, we're still enemies." Rogue said when they got closer to the boarding house.
Remy smirked. "We're friendly enemies."
She grunted. "Mystique would love that."
"Since when do you care what Mystique thinks? You're the Rogue." He patted her shoulder before starting to walk off. "Later, Roguey."
"Remy?"
He stopped walking. "Yeah?"
"I trust you."
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A/N Wowza! What a treat.. Remy and Rogue in the same chapter.. again! Horray! This isn't quite over yet.. I still have a lot of explaining to do.. ;)