NOTE: Okay, before you get ready to pelt me with those rotten vegetables
you guys have probably been storing for the last two months I've been
absent, I'd like to offer my sincerest apology. These two months have been
crazy, and be assured that the punishment for my neglecting this story is I
have to retake O. Chem 1 because my bastard of a professor found out he was
getting fired and failed 2/3rds of the class..I kid you not. But anyway,
I'm trying to recuperate from the trauma of this semester by watching
cheesy Christmas movies and wiping virus after virus off my laptop. You
see, I'd finished the chapters 2 weeks ago but since I'm at home, it's near
impossible to get Internet time...blah blah blah. Anyway, much love goes
out to my reviewers, you guys are awesome. Thanks again for everything, and
hopefully I can finish this story with about 2 more updates! Here we
go...:)
Scott was driving her crazy. It seemed everywhere she went, he was there. As she came out of class, in the dining hall, he was there, ready to walk her upstairs to her room. At first, it had been incredibly flattering. Even someone as unused to this much attention from the opposite sex could revel in the fact that she was being admired by someone who had been previously oblivious to her existence. ..But it was getting on her nerves...especially since just as she would ease into a semi-normal conversation with Scott, Remy would be turn up inevitably, his scarlet eyes amused and mocking her attempts to flirt. How infuriating, Rogue scowled.
And now Jean the previously sweet-tempered telepath, who in her opinion had lately been growing more and more crazed, was getting in the habit of shooting her dirty looks. Wonderful, just what she needed. Rogue, shooting a furtive glance over her shoulder, ducked into the library. I can't believe I'm actually hiding from Scott, Rogue thought, shaking out her silky brown hair. No, correction, she wasn't hiding..she was just taking some time for herself. As wonderful all the attention from Scott was, Rogue was still fiercely independent and intended to keep it that way, regardless of the seemingly constant presence of a prospective boyfriend.
Even the thought of ~dating~ Scott caused a fresh flood of confusing feelings to rise inside her. His intentions weren't exactly clear, and the way he inevitably ended up slipping Jean's name into every conversation they had didn't exactly bode well for a future relationship...but why else would he be hanging around her all the time? Rogue was so preoccupied with these thoughts that she didn't realize she had just walked into something very warm and firm.
Looking up, she met the laughing eyes of Remy. Wonderful. He was just about the last person she wanted to see, next to Scott. Given the completely bizarre emotions he stirred in her, the less she saw of the smooth Cajun the better. Of course she ~would~ run into him now..
"We got t'stop runnin' into each other like dis, cherie," Remy said softly, steadying her, as Rogue's knees grew mysteriously weak.
"If it were up to me, I wouldn't run into you at all," Rogue shot back, wondering why there was no sting behind her words anymore. The smile hovering on Remy's lips did not falter. Damn him. Why didn't he just leave her alone? Rogue thought, her face growing hot. He confused her with his persistence. Nobody had ever expressed such a deep interest in her.
"Dat hurts me, p'tite," Remy said, putting a hand over his heart in a wounded fashion. Rogue fought valiantly to keep the grin off of her face. "So, where's your shadow?"
"What?" Rogue asked confused, but her green eyes sharpened with indignation at his knowing smirk. "If you mean Scott, I don't see why you'd ask me. I have no idea," Rogue said stiffly, although she knew perfectly well Scott was waiting for her in the hall outside the library.
"Mhmm, well, I think I can be of some help. Remy thinks he saw him outside a little while ago, looking for you chere," Remy said smoothly. "I can go 'n get him for you..unless, of course, you don' ~want~ t'see him.." Remy said knowingly, letting his voice trail off. Rogue's face burned.
"Of course I want to see him," Rogue snapped, gritting her teeth. She'd die before she admitted that lately, being in Scott's company ~all the time~ wasn't having the desired effect on her.
"Well then what are we wasting time here for cherie? Go an' see your prince," Remy said, his voice ringing with hidden mockery. And before she could retort, Remy took her arm and geared her outside where Scott was.
Scott's eyes narrowed at the arm firmly around Rogue shoulders. Remy deliberately tightened his hold, seemingly oblivious to her growing irritation with the situation. "Rogue where were you? I was waiting to see if you wanted to get lunch," Scott said, readjusting his shades in a way Rogue no longer found appealing for some reason.
"She was in the library, hidi-," Remy began in a bemused voice.
"LOOKING, um.for you," Rogue stammered, cutting Remy off furiously. She ~liked~ Scott, and the sooner she was out of Remy LeBeau's company, the better!
"I see, and I'm guessing you ran into ~him~ there," Scott said, a note of disapproval ringing in his voice. It was obvious to Rogue that Remy's devil-may-care personality was grating on the responsible leader's nerves, and the feeling was completely mutual judging from the narrowing of Remy's eyes.
"I was jus' keeping da chere company, dat okay with you?" Remy quipped, but there was an edge of mockery to his words.
"Of course, Rogue can hang out with whoever she wants," Scott said stiffly. "Speaking of which, do you want to go and get lunch?" Scott asked, turning his attention back to Rogue who had been watching the exchange with baffled confusion.
"Um, well, I-," Rogue began, flustered for a second. It wasn't that she didn't ~want~ to spend time with Scott.it was just..she didn't know. All she needed right now was some time to sort out her feelings, and try to get herself to stop thinking about the one guy she absolutely ~shouldn't~ be thinking about. "I.uh.I really should be decorating for the Carnival. I mean, it's tomorrow."
"Well I'm sure LeBeau can take care of it, right?" Scott said in a challenging voice. "Or do you really need Rogue there?" Rogue bristled at his presumptuous tone, and had to tell herself that Scott didn't mean it the way it sounded.
"Don' matter one way or another t'me. It's up t'Rogue," Remy said coolly, his scarlet eyes flickering over her. Rogue was stung by his words. Was he trying to make her choose? He doesn't care, he just said so, Rogue thought bitterly. She sneaked a look at his imposing profile, looking for a sign. If he could just give her the smallest indication that he.. but Remy's expression was hooded, unreadable, and utterly closed off. Rogue bit her lip, finding it hard to swallow.
"Ah'd love to go to lunch with you," Rogue told Scott, too brightly, though her heart was clenching painfully. Scott flashed a smile at her that was faintly triumphant in nature and took her arm.
"Don' have too much fun you two," Remy called after them smoothly. Rogue forced herself to calm the angry retorts that fought to rose to her lips at his glib remark. Remy just smirked at the both of them, his eyes clearly communicating to her that her afternoon with Scott would never compare with the carefree, thrilling time she'd spent with him on his bike that day. And the worst thing was, as Rogue turned her back to him defiantly, she knew he was right.
Scott was driving her crazy. It seemed everywhere she went, he was there. As she came out of class, in the dining hall, he was there, ready to walk her upstairs to her room. At first, it had been incredibly flattering. Even someone as unused to this much attention from the opposite sex could revel in the fact that she was being admired by someone who had been previously oblivious to her existence. ..But it was getting on her nerves...especially since just as she would ease into a semi-normal conversation with Scott, Remy would be turn up inevitably, his scarlet eyes amused and mocking her attempts to flirt. How infuriating, Rogue scowled.
And now Jean the previously sweet-tempered telepath, who in her opinion had lately been growing more and more crazed, was getting in the habit of shooting her dirty looks. Wonderful, just what she needed. Rogue, shooting a furtive glance over her shoulder, ducked into the library. I can't believe I'm actually hiding from Scott, Rogue thought, shaking out her silky brown hair. No, correction, she wasn't hiding..she was just taking some time for herself. As wonderful all the attention from Scott was, Rogue was still fiercely independent and intended to keep it that way, regardless of the seemingly constant presence of a prospective boyfriend.
Even the thought of ~dating~ Scott caused a fresh flood of confusing feelings to rise inside her. His intentions weren't exactly clear, and the way he inevitably ended up slipping Jean's name into every conversation they had didn't exactly bode well for a future relationship...but why else would he be hanging around her all the time? Rogue was so preoccupied with these thoughts that she didn't realize she had just walked into something very warm and firm.
Looking up, she met the laughing eyes of Remy. Wonderful. He was just about the last person she wanted to see, next to Scott. Given the completely bizarre emotions he stirred in her, the less she saw of the smooth Cajun the better. Of course she ~would~ run into him now..
"We got t'stop runnin' into each other like dis, cherie," Remy said softly, steadying her, as Rogue's knees grew mysteriously weak.
"If it were up to me, I wouldn't run into you at all," Rogue shot back, wondering why there was no sting behind her words anymore. The smile hovering on Remy's lips did not falter. Damn him. Why didn't he just leave her alone? Rogue thought, her face growing hot. He confused her with his persistence. Nobody had ever expressed such a deep interest in her.
"Dat hurts me, p'tite," Remy said, putting a hand over his heart in a wounded fashion. Rogue fought valiantly to keep the grin off of her face. "So, where's your shadow?"
"What?" Rogue asked confused, but her green eyes sharpened with indignation at his knowing smirk. "If you mean Scott, I don't see why you'd ask me. I have no idea," Rogue said stiffly, although she knew perfectly well Scott was waiting for her in the hall outside the library.
"Mhmm, well, I think I can be of some help. Remy thinks he saw him outside a little while ago, looking for you chere," Remy said smoothly. "I can go 'n get him for you..unless, of course, you don' ~want~ t'see him.." Remy said knowingly, letting his voice trail off. Rogue's face burned.
"Of course I want to see him," Rogue snapped, gritting her teeth. She'd die before she admitted that lately, being in Scott's company ~all the time~ wasn't having the desired effect on her.
"Well then what are we wasting time here for cherie? Go an' see your prince," Remy said, his voice ringing with hidden mockery. And before she could retort, Remy took her arm and geared her outside where Scott was.
Scott's eyes narrowed at the arm firmly around Rogue shoulders. Remy deliberately tightened his hold, seemingly oblivious to her growing irritation with the situation. "Rogue where were you? I was waiting to see if you wanted to get lunch," Scott said, readjusting his shades in a way Rogue no longer found appealing for some reason.
"She was in the library, hidi-," Remy began in a bemused voice.
"LOOKING, um.for you," Rogue stammered, cutting Remy off furiously. She ~liked~ Scott, and the sooner she was out of Remy LeBeau's company, the better!
"I see, and I'm guessing you ran into ~him~ there," Scott said, a note of disapproval ringing in his voice. It was obvious to Rogue that Remy's devil-may-care personality was grating on the responsible leader's nerves, and the feeling was completely mutual judging from the narrowing of Remy's eyes.
"I was jus' keeping da chere company, dat okay with you?" Remy quipped, but there was an edge of mockery to his words.
"Of course, Rogue can hang out with whoever she wants," Scott said stiffly. "Speaking of which, do you want to go and get lunch?" Scott asked, turning his attention back to Rogue who had been watching the exchange with baffled confusion.
"Um, well, I-," Rogue began, flustered for a second. It wasn't that she didn't ~want~ to spend time with Scott.it was just..she didn't know. All she needed right now was some time to sort out her feelings, and try to get herself to stop thinking about the one guy she absolutely ~shouldn't~ be thinking about. "I.uh.I really should be decorating for the Carnival. I mean, it's tomorrow."
"Well I'm sure LeBeau can take care of it, right?" Scott said in a challenging voice. "Or do you really need Rogue there?" Rogue bristled at his presumptuous tone, and had to tell herself that Scott didn't mean it the way it sounded.
"Don' matter one way or another t'me. It's up t'Rogue," Remy said coolly, his scarlet eyes flickering over her. Rogue was stung by his words. Was he trying to make her choose? He doesn't care, he just said so, Rogue thought bitterly. She sneaked a look at his imposing profile, looking for a sign. If he could just give her the smallest indication that he.. but Remy's expression was hooded, unreadable, and utterly closed off. Rogue bit her lip, finding it hard to swallow.
"Ah'd love to go to lunch with you," Rogue told Scott, too brightly, though her heart was clenching painfully. Scott flashed a smile at her that was faintly triumphant in nature and took her arm.
"Don' have too much fun you two," Remy called after them smoothly. Rogue forced herself to calm the angry retorts that fought to rose to her lips at his glib remark. Remy just smirked at the both of them, his eyes clearly communicating to her that her afternoon with Scott would never compare with the carefree, thrilling time she'd spent with him on his bike that day. And the worst thing was, as Rogue turned her back to him defiantly, she knew he was right.