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"You're goin' to get some sort of cancer if you keep this up." Eighteen-year-old Rogue Darkholme said leaning against a wall in the boy's bathroom. Her head hung low, causing her white fringes to fall in front of her face. She looked up at, Remy Lebeau, and cleared her throat.
"You really can't make it a habit to be in here, Rogue." He mumbled, finishing up the cigarette that was placed between his lips. When he was finished, he simply flung the remains into a trashcan.
"You can set the 'can on fire, y'know." Her grey-green eyes shifted from him to the trashcan.
She was now standing up straight, almost ready to get out of there.
"What are you? A girl scout?" He asked, walking towards the door. When he reached it, he cautiously stopped right in front of it and waited for her. He knew what she was doing; splattering water in the trashcan. Why was she doing it? Now that, he didn't know. He was caught off guard when someone smacked him across the back of his head. "What was that for?" He asked, turning around, rubbing the back of his head. His eyes met hers.
"Don't call me a girl scout." She stated, placing a hand on his shoulder. "And it wasn't that hard of a hit." She gently ran her hand down the side of his arm. "C'mon, we're goin' to be late for class." Before he could open his mouth to say something, she stopped him. "Shut up."
A smirk formed on his lips as they left the bathroom. His arm carelessly wrapped around her waist as they walked down the hall. "I have a feelin' some day you're going to be a spandex wearing crime fightin' super-hero."
"Really?" She arched a brow, not amused. "What are my super powers going to be, Mr. Lebeau?"
With his free hand, he scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Super strength and un-natural flyin' abilities." He gave her side a slight squeeze.
"I see you've gotten back to your regular self." Rogue said, as they reached their classroom. His smirk disappeared. "Still gettin' over Bella, eh?"
He gave her a hurt expression. "You promised never to bring up her name again." His voice was low as they entered the empty classroom. "I just want to forget about her."
"You're really goin' to forget about your ex-fiancée who broke your heart?"
He shot her a look. "No. But I can try. As long as someone doesn't keep bringin' her up."
"Don't worry. I'll make sure no one does.." He heard her say right as the bell rang and all the seniors started hurrying into the classroom.
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"P.E. is a useless class." Rogue mumbled, bending down to tie her shoelaces. When she stood up, she blew a strand of white hair out from her eyes and walked out towards the field.
"Mein Gott!" She spun around to see the dark blue haired guy that sat across from her in Biology standing a few feet behind her. A brunette stood next to him, holding a bat, upside down. "It's hot out here." He explained, sighing heavily. Rogue just raised a brow. She didn't think it was hot out at all.
"You're the pitcher." An arm swung around her waist and a ball was shoved into her stomach. "Make us proud, Roguey."
"Can I throw it at your head?" She asked, taking the ball. She griped it tightly; a smirk was placed upon her face.
"Maybe later." Remy said into her ear. She felt him give her hip a squeeze before he retracted his arm and moved out into the outfield. She dragged her feet over to the pitcher's mound. The first batter on the opposing team got to bat, it was the German guy who was complaining about the weather. "Pitcher's got a big butt!" Remy shouted in a sing-a-long voice. "But I'm not complain'!" He added, before she had a chance to chuck the ball at him.
"Stop the flirting and gets get to the game." The P.E. teacher yelled, standing next to the gate with his arms crossed.
"How about we just stop the game?" Rogue asked, dropping the ball.
"I'm all for that!" The brunette that had been holding the bat upside down agreed with excitement. She stepped out of line. A few people started to groan while most of the girls started to cheer, and agree. "I don't feel like breaking another nail."
"Then maybe you'd like to break a nail in detention." The teacher said coldly as he glared at the young student.
"Actually, baseball isn't that bad of a game. I'll just glue my nail back on later." She muttered, getting back into line. Rogue picked up the ball, and swung it at the batter. She missed completely. The ball flew too far to the left and hit the fence.
"Nice arm." A chorus of people from behind her mumbled sarcastically, along with "Nice aim."
"My kind of girl." Someone joked, causing a few others to burst out laughing.
The German guy got the ball and gently threw it back to Rogue. She attempted it again, and swung the ball hard. She let go of it too soon and it flew behind her. With wide eyes, she turned around to see Remy holding the ball.
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Remy sat against a tree, trying to finish his essay for English. It was due today and it was his next class. He soon finished it up, using a few words in French for the conclusion since the essay was about his life back in Louisiana. He had just moved to Bayville, New York with Rogue and her foster mother months earlier, before school started. It hadn't been his choice; his father suggested he get out of New Orleans for a while, to get over Bella Donna. The Cajun closed his notebook and sighed heavily just as someone sat down next to him.
"Want to skip ninth period?" Rogue asked, taking his notebook away from him. She opened it up, skimmed a few pages until she reached the last page he had written on.
"Not really." He took his notebook away from her. "For once I am handing somethin' in time for English. What happened to your girl scout ways?"
"I'm not always such a girl scout." She murmured, suddenly putting her hand on his shoulder. She moved in, sitting on his lap. She moved in even closer. "I have other sides, too y'know."
He smirked and placed his hands on her hips. "I know. It's just great seein' you express them."
"Too bad you won't ever get past that." She removed his hands and slowly got off him. "Anyway, you still up for skipping ninth period?" Rogue asked, running a hand down his arm.
"I never was up for it."
"You'll smoke in the bathroom but not skip a period?"
He thought about it. "Alright. Lets go."
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Rogue leaned against Remy as they drove back to the school. He raised a brow as he felt her hand slip into an inside pocket of his trench coat. When he finally figured out what she was doing, she already pulled back and flung his carton of cigarettes out the window. "You're goin' to pay for those." He tried not to take his eyes off the road.
"Who's goin' to make me?" She asked, slightly smirking.
"Me." She tried not to laugh. She bit down on her lower lip as she tried to keep in the laughter but it didn't work. A short laugh escaped followed by another laugh. "Somethin' funny?"
She moved over closer to him, wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "I can get out of anythin' with you, Mr. Lebeau." She whispered into his ear. The warmth of her breath sent chills down his spine.
"Bella was right." He stated. He felt her remove her arm from around his shoulders with the mention of his ex-fiancées name. "You do have me tied around your little finger."
"O' course I do. Ten years of friendship does that to a person, Rem-Rem." She said, giving him a small smile with the use of the old nickname she had given him. "Just waitin' for you to disown me." By now they were only a block away from the school.
He grunted. "As if I could ever do that. You'd come runnin' right back to me. You're my pet, Ro'. I own you."
"We'll see who owns who."
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Irene Addler was sitting on her couch when the vision came to her. A vision from the future. She let out a short gasp after seeing the horrible image. She reached into her pocket, grabbing her cell phone. She knew she had to make sure Rogue was kept away from Remy.
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Remy sat in his tenth period class, which was his last. He felt half startled when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his neck. Rogue wasn't in this class.
"I gave him your English essay and told him you were going to miss his class for a 'family emergency.'" A female said into his ear as she slowly unwrapped her arms around from his neck. "Why weren't you in there anyway, Remy?"
"Had things to do." He said as she got into the seat in front of him. She had shoulder length brown hair that was as straight as straw. He barely knew her, and didn't even know her name, but when he saw her walking down the hall before he left, he remembered she was in his English class and asked her to turn in his paper.
"So, in other words you skipped?"
"Oui."
She giggled. "I love it when you speak Spanish."
He suddenly wondered if her IQ was higher than her shoe size. "That wasn't Spanish, petite. That was good ol' French."
"You're French?" She gasped, astonished. She stared admiringly into his brown eyes. "That is so cool. I wish I could speak French." She gave him a wide, big grin. "But all I can do is French kiss."
"It's a good exercise for your tongue." He smirked, trying not to roll his eyes. He wasn't a fan of shameless flirting but she did do him a favor. Before neither of them would utter another word, the bell rang and students started arriving in the classroom.
Duncan Matthews stood in the back of the classroom, glaring at the back of Remy's head.
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When the bell rang, Remy never felt so relieved. The girl in front of him, Taryn, he discovered her name was, kept passing him notes. He had seven stuffed in his pocket. He quickly got out of seat and left the room.
"Remy wait up!" The brunette called, running up to him. She gave him a toothy smile. "Didn't you get my notes?"
"Notes?" He blinked dumbly. "What notes?"
"The ones I flung at your head."
"Oh! Those.."
"Taryn, come on! We're going to be late." A blonde said, pulling her away from Remy. He waited until they disappeared down the hall until he left out a sigh of relief.
"Leave Taryn alone." A voice snapped as the hallway got empty. A blonde haired guy walked towards Remy. An angry scowl was present on his face.
"No problem, homme."
"And stop using that stupid language."
At least he didn't call it Spanish. Remy said thoughtfully to himself. "If you say so."
Duncan stared at him, dumbly. "Are you trying to start something?"
"No.."
"Do you want a piece of me!?"
"Not particularly.."
"You got a smart mouth, you know that, Le-stupid."
Remy smirked, amused. "If you say so."
"I can get you in so much trouble. And that skunk-head girl. For skipping English. That's a demerit right there."
The Cajun glared at him. "Who are you?" He paused as he realized how much he was craving a cigarette.
"Your worst nightmare!" He yelled, suddenly charging at Remy. He pinned him up against the wall, clutching his collar. Remy just smirked. "I'm going to wipe that smirk off your face!" Unfortunately, Duncan didn't know much about Remy's past. With one quick movement, he brought his arm up, and with two fingers he jabbed Duncan in the neck. He let go, and stumbled back, surprised. After taking a deep breath he charged at Remy, raising his fist. Before his fist even got close to him, someone shoved him hard. He fell to the ground.
"You tryin' to pick a fight with someone who can beat the crap out of you, Matthews?" Rogue stood there, giving the male a look. "Not a good idea."
"Shut up, Skunk-head!"
"Ooh, that's original." Rogue smirked with an eye roll. "Thank you for sharin' your intelligence with me."
"Ready to go, chérie?" Remy asked, without giving Duncan another look. He slipped an arm into hers and they turned to walk down the hall. Dun growled as he quickly got to his feet. He charged at the two, grabbing Rogue's wrist. He pulled her against him then pushed her hard against a locker and then glared at Remy.
"This isn't over."
"You got that right." He said coldly, glancing at Rogue who was rubbing her wrist. With his book clutched in one hand, he grabbed Duncan by the collar and slammed him against the locker, only two inches away from where Rogue was standing. "You ever touch her again and I will kill you."
Duncan grinned at him, as if he had discovered a weakness. "What? She's your girlfriend and you spent practically off of your last class flirting with my Taryn?"
"I wouldn't flirt with Taryn if she were more intelligent than a box of rocks." He spat into his face. "You two are perfect for each other. Together your IQs equal one."
"Just watch your back, Le-stupid. And the Skunk-heads, if you know what's good for you."
"You better watch yours. Because I will break it." He griped his collar tighter. He glared at the male, and felt like poking his eyes out with pointy sticks.
"Lets go." He heard Rogue mumble, but he didn't listen.
"I'll make you think twice before ever threatening me or Rogue again." He snapped. Remy felt his heart racing, his pulse speeding. For some reason he felt like he was about to explode. His eyes flashed for second, the brown into a crimson red color and all the white flashed black. Duncan noticed.
"Y-you're a freak!" He shoved Remy back and staggered down the hall. "Stay away from me, you freak." Again, Remy felt a wave of anger rush through him, making his blood boil.
"Remy.." He heard Rogue whisper from behind. "What are you doin'?" He slowly turned around to see her startled, wide eyes. "Oh.. my.." He felt like his body temperature rose, like he was burning up. Her eyes trailed down to his books, which were now a glowing red color. "Drop them!" She yelled, "Now!" And he did. They landed between them, and in less than a minute, the textbook and notebook exploded. It was the last thing he remembered seeing.
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"I'm too late." Irene realized as got to the school. The loud explosion could be heard. She looked down, knowing the future wasn't going to good; for it had taken an unexpectedly turn.
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Part 1 complete: November 22, 2003