Chapter 2
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"Who was in your French class?!?!" kitty almost spit out her milk as she stared at Rogue in disbelief.
"One of Magneto's lackeys," Rogue lowered her hand as if to show kitty to keep her voice down, "I forget what the Professor had called him, but in his notes he called himself 'Remy'."
"Called himself Remy? What like in the third person?"
"Yea, isn't that weird?"
"I don't know, I think it could sound pretty cool, I mean, as long as you don't over do it too much. I think I might take it up… err… I mean Kitty might just take it up. Oh My God! That sounds so cool!!"
"You sound down right stupid."
"Kitty knows you're just jealous of how totally awesome Kitty sounds."
"What ever… I just hope you don't go talking like that in public, that's just asking for a kick me sign on your ass." Both girls laughed at the idea or Kitty with a 'Kick me' sign on her backside.
Kitty was the first to talk after they stopped laughing, "Like what are you going to do about him?"
"I don't know, I mean, its not like he can do anything to me in the middle of class. I doubt he would start a fight with me or anything like that." Rogue sighed a little as she thought, "You know I don't think it's going to be to big of a deal… I mean I'm going to tell the Professor and everything, but I don't think anyone should be to worried about this."
"I see what you mean…" kitty trailed off. The two girls were quiet for a wile as they continued to eat their lunches. "Ha…" Kitty gave a soft chuckle.
"What?"
"Its nothing, I was just thinking, it's kind of funny, him being in your French class and all. He is like Cajun or something right? So he should be like fluent in French."
"So? What are you getting at?"
"Well that would be like us going to France, and taking English as a second language. You know?"
Rogue laughed a little, "Yeah, I guess that is a little funny." The warning bell then rang, signaling that lunch was almost over. "Oh shit, I got to run to my locker, you mind throwing my stuff out for me? I really got to run."
"Yea, sure, no problem."
"Thanks Kitty!" Rogue shouted as she ran out of the Cafeteria and over to the hallway where her locker was. Rogue opened her locker, got all her books, and just barely made it on time to her next class.
Remy watched her from a distance, making sure to remember which locker was hers. He enjoyed the convenience of her locker being just across the hall from his. He smiled, "Je trouverai une façon." [I will find a way] He glanced down to his schedule, and walked into what he decided would be his next class.
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After school ended, Rogue made her way over to Scott's car with Kitty by her side. The two got there just to see Scott with Jean in the front seat. Kurt was already occupying one of the back seats. "Oh shit, looks like Jean just bumped one of out of a seat" Rogue stated, yet didn't seem to surprised by who was in the passenger seat.
"Hey Jean!" Kitty shouted as she waved and walked towards the car, "What are you doing in Scott's car, doesn't Duncan drive you to and from school?"
Jean shuddered, "Don't even say that name right now."
"Jean and Duncan had a fight today." Kurt stated bluntly
"Well it looks like one of us is walking," Rogue said, looking from the car to Kitty, "You can take the ride, I don't mind walking."
"What are you talking about, I'll just sit in the middle. There are three seats in the back."
"Yea, but it ends up being way to smooshed back there with the three of us."
"Ok, then I'll just sit in the middle and phase through you a little bit, so it would feel like I'm not even there." Kitty smiled at her resourceful idea.
"NO! You don't realize how weird it feels to have some girl sitting half way through you." Rogue shudders at the idea, "I'll definitely pass, don't worry about me, its not that far of a walk anyway."
"Ok, what ever you say, I'll like see you back at the Mansion."
"Bye"
"Bye"
With that Kitty got in the back of Scott's car, and Rogue watched them drive away. She started walking off in the same direction. It shouldn't take her more than half an hour to walk home, and the exercise could only do her good.
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Rogue had been walking for about five minutes. The crowd of kids that were walking out of the school had dwindled down, and she couldn't see anyone else on the sidewalk. Rogue idly pulled at the right index finger of her glove. She looked down at her hands and sighed. It was a painful sigh. Everyone told her that her powers were a gift, but she certainly didn't see them that way. To her they were a curse. And because of that curse, she forced herself to stay away from people. Not only because she didn't want to touch them, and hurt them, but because she didn't want to be reminded of the fact she couldn't touch them. She sighed again. She heard footsteps behind her, but didn't think much of them. She was to busy with her own thoughts. But before she could get back to thinking those thoughts, she felt an arm go around her shoulder.
"Why you walking all alone chere?" though Rouge had never actually heard this voice before, she knew exactly who it was. She quickly shook his arm off of her and turned to face him.
She picked her hand up to point at him, "How dare you-" she started, in a very harsh tone, but as soon as she made eye contact with Remy, her arm dropped, and so did her jaw.
Remy continued to gaze down into her eyes, a familiar smirk came to his face when he saw her mouth open, and her arm slump to her side. "Its not nice to stare" he said quietly just above a whisper.
"Your eyes…" was all Rogue could make come out of her mouth. She was almost hypnotized by his strange eyes. Where the eyes should be white, his were pure black, and the irises were a fiery red. After a moment she was able to say something else, "but they were brown…"
He laughed a little to him self, "If your friend has a watch that can change his whole body of blue fur to look like normal skin, what makes you think Remy can't have one that changes something as simple as his eyes?" he laughed again, "Chere you disappoint me."
Rogue shook her head and backed a way a little. "What do you want?!" She demanded as soon as she remembered who she was talking with.
"Remy just asking for your company." He gave her a smirk.
"Well you can't have it!" she quickly turned and started walking home again. She heard his footsteps behind her, and soon his gloved hand came to her wrist. "Let go of me." She snarled as she stopped walking and shook her hand out of his grasp.
"Chere why are you so angry with Remy? You got something against moi?" She spun around to look at him in the face. Her face seemed to only grown angrier and more confused by the moment.
"You can't be serious?" Rogue shook her head in disbelief, but when his face of innocence didn't change she continued. "Of course I have something against you! You're the enemy!"
"So?" He cocked his head to the side, as if suggesting he wasn't following her line of thought.
"You're the enemy, I'm the good guy. We Don't Get Along!"
"Says who?"
"I don't know," she paused, "It's a rule!"
Remy padded a few of the pockets in his trench coat, and then sighed as his shoulders dropped a little. "So sorry chere, Remy never got any rule book, you'll have to fill him in a little." Her mouth opened a bit and her eyes squinted, as if she was trying to say something but just couldn't find any words harsh enough. "Besides, rules were made to be broken." He said bluntly as his innocent face was replaced with a sly smirk and a wink.
Rogue decided actions said what her words couldn't, and took a swing at his jaw. Remy caught it with his hand, and kissed her glove, as if that was why she brought it to his face in the first place. Though Rogue was taken back, she quickly recovered and took another swing with her other hand. She made contact with his jaw, but he moved with the punch, and didn't really get injured.
Gambit rubbed the right side of his jaw and looked at her a little shocked. "What was that for, Gambit was being a Gentleman."
"Gambit? What happened to Remy?"
Gambit's hand left his face. His eyes narrowed a little as he explained, "Remy goes to school, and Gambit fights the X-men. You raise your hand to Remy, you end up fighting Gambit."
"That's so lame." Rogue turned to continue walking. Her pace quickened when she heard his footsteps behind her. His sped up too. She went faster, he went faster. She was about to go even faster, when she decided it was getting old. Rogue turned around to face her pursuer. "Would you please just leave me…" she stopped when she saw no one was behind her. "…alone." It ended as almost a question. She gave a quick survey of the sidewalk behind her, and across the street. 'About time.' She thought as she turned around and ran right into his chest.
Remy was leaning on his right arm, which was propped up on the wall of the building to their one side. "You don't really want Remy to leave you alone chere."
"How did you…" Rogue started, and then quickly shook her head; she didn't really want to know. Asking would only have him talk to her some more. "Never mind."
"Remy is very sneaky and agile chere." He gave her a wink, "and also very flexible." He smiled watching her face get red. Though it was mostly her getting angry with his suggestive antics, he could tell she was also blushing a little, and that was enough of a reward for today.
"Just get out of my face Cajun!" Rogue pushed by him and continued down the sidewalk with her hands clenched in fists. But they loosened when she didn't hear his footsteps behind her. She felt a little disappointed, but why? 'Don't think about that slime ball Rogue, just get home before he comes back after you.' She walked with her head a little higher.
Remy knew when and how to let a fille simmer. He knew she had a long walk to the mansion now, and with him fresh in her mind, she was sure to think of him. But just to seal the deal, "I'll see you tomorrow in class Roguey!" He shouted to her while he waved his arm in the air. She turned to him and opened her mouth to say something to him, but instead she just clenched her fists and yelled under her breath. She turned around with her hands on the side of her head as if she now had a horrible headache. Remy laughed to himself, with that last stunt, she would easily be thinking about him till tonight. "Roguey." He said to himself as he shook his head a little. He laughed and walked back the way he came.
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Rogue lay in bed, starring up at the ceiling. Her face covered with anger while she was deep in thought. 'Who the hell does he think he is!' she thought, 'Why is he bothering me of all people?' She continued to run the days events through her mind. First French class, with the pieces of paper he hit her with, then the notes. 'He had called me beautiful.' She idly ran her fingers through her hair. She smiled a little and then rolled onto her side. She rested her head on her arm and stared out the window.
Now Rogue never really wanted to get close to anybody after her powers appeared, because all in all, everyone meant the same thing to her, just something to remind her of her curse, another reason to hate herself (and Rogue didn't exactly have the highest self respect in the world to begin with) Rogue had never gotten close to anyone, especially a boy, and the one time she did, he ended up in a coma for three weeks, and she can still feel him inside her head. Being close to anyone only reminded herself of her powers. But now someone was trying to get close to her, and not one of her friends, but the enemy himself. The enemy was passing her notes, and walking with her after class. "Gambit" she said to herself in disbelief as she rolled back onto her back.
'How can I trust the enemy?' she thought to herself, as she placed her hands behind her head. Her smile faded as she realized how annoyed he had made her. When he said one of his snappy come backs, it only annoyed her more. 'If This, Gambit, is as cocky as he seems,' Rogue thought to herself, ' I think I'm going to hate my French class even more now.' A frown found its way to Rogue's face, and she shut her eyes and tried to sleep.
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(A/N: ok, does anyone see a similarity between those last three paragraphs, and the first three paragraphs of the story? Quickly, go back and read them again. I'm so proud of myself ^_^ that's easily my favorite part of this fic so far, well I don't know… the way I image Gambit waving with a goofy smile on his face after calling her "Roguey" was pretty funny to. I don't know how well of a job I did expressing how funny he looked, but I hope you get the point.)
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"Who was in your French class?!?!" kitty almost spit out her milk as she stared at Rogue in disbelief.
"One of Magneto's lackeys," Rogue lowered her hand as if to show kitty to keep her voice down, "I forget what the Professor had called him, but in his notes he called himself 'Remy'."
"Called himself Remy? What like in the third person?"
"Yea, isn't that weird?"
"I don't know, I think it could sound pretty cool, I mean, as long as you don't over do it too much. I think I might take it up… err… I mean Kitty might just take it up. Oh My God! That sounds so cool!!"
"You sound down right stupid."
"Kitty knows you're just jealous of how totally awesome Kitty sounds."
"What ever… I just hope you don't go talking like that in public, that's just asking for a kick me sign on your ass." Both girls laughed at the idea or Kitty with a 'Kick me' sign on her backside.
Kitty was the first to talk after they stopped laughing, "Like what are you going to do about him?"
"I don't know, I mean, its not like he can do anything to me in the middle of class. I doubt he would start a fight with me or anything like that." Rogue sighed a little as she thought, "You know I don't think it's going to be to big of a deal… I mean I'm going to tell the Professor and everything, but I don't think anyone should be to worried about this."
"I see what you mean…" kitty trailed off. The two girls were quiet for a wile as they continued to eat their lunches. "Ha…" Kitty gave a soft chuckle.
"What?"
"Its nothing, I was just thinking, it's kind of funny, him being in your French class and all. He is like Cajun or something right? So he should be like fluent in French."
"So? What are you getting at?"
"Well that would be like us going to France, and taking English as a second language. You know?"
Rogue laughed a little, "Yeah, I guess that is a little funny." The warning bell then rang, signaling that lunch was almost over. "Oh shit, I got to run to my locker, you mind throwing my stuff out for me? I really got to run."
"Yea, sure, no problem."
"Thanks Kitty!" Rogue shouted as she ran out of the Cafeteria and over to the hallway where her locker was. Rogue opened her locker, got all her books, and just barely made it on time to her next class.
Remy watched her from a distance, making sure to remember which locker was hers. He enjoyed the convenience of her locker being just across the hall from his. He smiled, "Je trouverai une façon." [I will find a way] He glanced down to his schedule, and walked into what he decided would be his next class.
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After school ended, Rogue made her way over to Scott's car with Kitty by her side. The two got there just to see Scott with Jean in the front seat. Kurt was already occupying one of the back seats. "Oh shit, looks like Jean just bumped one of out of a seat" Rogue stated, yet didn't seem to surprised by who was in the passenger seat.
"Hey Jean!" Kitty shouted as she waved and walked towards the car, "What are you doing in Scott's car, doesn't Duncan drive you to and from school?"
Jean shuddered, "Don't even say that name right now."
"Jean and Duncan had a fight today." Kurt stated bluntly
"Well it looks like one of us is walking," Rogue said, looking from the car to Kitty, "You can take the ride, I don't mind walking."
"What are you talking about, I'll just sit in the middle. There are three seats in the back."
"Yea, but it ends up being way to smooshed back there with the three of us."
"Ok, then I'll just sit in the middle and phase through you a little bit, so it would feel like I'm not even there." Kitty smiled at her resourceful idea.
"NO! You don't realize how weird it feels to have some girl sitting half way through you." Rogue shudders at the idea, "I'll definitely pass, don't worry about me, its not that far of a walk anyway."
"Ok, what ever you say, I'll like see you back at the Mansion."
"Bye"
"Bye"
With that Kitty got in the back of Scott's car, and Rogue watched them drive away. She started walking off in the same direction. It shouldn't take her more than half an hour to walk home, and the exercise could only do her good.
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Rogue had been walking for about five minutes. The crowd of kids that were walking out of the school had dwindled down, and she couldn't see anyone else on the sidewalk. Rogue idly pulled at the right index finger of her glove. She looked down at her hands and sighed. It was a painful sigh. Everyone told her that her powers were a gift, but she certainly didn't see them that way. To her they were a curse. And because of that curse, she forced herself to stay away from people. Not only because she didn't want to touch them, and hurt them, but because she didn't want to be reminded of the fact she couldn't touch them. She sighed again. She heard footsteps behind her, but didn't think much of them. She was to busy with her own thoughts. But before she could get back to thinking those thoughts, she felt an arm go around her shoulder.
"Why you walking all alone chere?" though Rouge had never actually heard this voice before, she knew exactly who it was. She quickly shook his arm off of her and turned to face him.
She picked her hand up to point at him, "How dare you-" she started, in a very harsh tone, but as soon as she made eye contact with Remy, her arm dropped, and so did her jaw.
Remy continued to gaze down into her eyes, a familiar smirk came to his face when he saw her mouth open, and her arm slump to her side. "Its not nice to stare" he said quietly just above a whisper.
"Your eyes…" was all Rogue could make come out of her mouth. She was almost hypnotized by his strange eyes. Where the eyes should be white, his were pure black, and the irises were a fiery red. After a moment she was able to say something else, "but they were brown…"
He laughed a little to him self, "If your friend has a watch that can change his whole body of blue fur to look like normal skin, what makes you think Remy can't have one that changes something as simple as his eyes?" he laughed again, "Chere you disappoint me."
Rogue shook her head and backed a way a little. "What do you want?!" She demanded as soon as she remembered who she was talking with.
"Remy just asking for your company." He gave her a smirk.
"Well you can't have it!" she quickly turned and started walking home again. She heard his footsteps behind her, and soon his gloved hand came to her wrist. "Let go of me." She snarled as she stopped walking and shook her hand out of his grasp.
"Chere why are you so angry with Remy? You got something against moi?" She spun around to look at him in the face. Her face seemed to only grown angrier and more confused by the moment.
"You can't be serious?" Rogue shook her head in disbelief, but when his face of innocence didn't change she continued. "Of course I have something against you! You're the enemy!"
"So?" He cocked his head to the side, as if suggesting he wasn't following her line of thought.
"You're the enemy, I'm the good guy. We Don't Get Along!"
"Says who?"
"I don't know," she paused, "It's a rule!"
Remy padded a few of the pockets in his trench coat, and then sighed as his shoulders dropped a little. "So sorry chere, Remy never got any rule book, you'll have to fill him in a little." Her mouth opened a bit and her eyes squinted, as if she was trying to say something but just couldn't find any words harsh enough. "Besides, rules were made to be broken." He said bluntly as his innocent face was replaced with a sly smirk and a wink.
Rogue decided actions said what her words couldn't, and took a swing at his jaw. Remy caught it with his hand, and kissed her glove, as if that was why she brought it to his face in the first place. Though Rogue was taken back, she quickly recovered and took another swing with her other hand. She made contact with his jaw, but he moved with the punch, and didn't really get injured.
Gambit rubbed the right side of his jaw and looked at her a little shocked. "What was that for, Gambit was being a Gentleman."
"Gambit? What happened to Remy?"
Gambit's hand left his face. His eyes narrowed a little as he explained, "Remy goes to school, and Gambit fights the X-men. You raise your hand to Remy, you end up fighting Gambit."
"That's so lame." Rogue turned to continue walking. Her pace quickened when she heard his footsteps behind her. His sped up too. She went faster, he went faster. She was about to go even faster, when she decided it was getting old. Rogue turned around to face her pursuer. "Would you please just leave me…" she stopped when she saw no one was behind her. "…alone." It ended as almost a question. She gave a quick survey of the sidewalk behind her, and across the street. 'About time.' She thought as she turned around and ran right into his chest.
Remy was leaning on his right arm, which was propped up on the wall of the building to their one side. "You don't really want Remy to leave you alone chere."
"How did you…" Rogue started, and then quickly shook her head; she didn't really want to know. Asking would only have him talk to her some more. "Never mind."
"Remy is very sneaky and agile chere." He gave her a wink, "and also very flexible." He smiled watching her face get red. Though it was mostly her getting angry with his suggestive antics, he could tell she was also blushing a little, and that was enough of a reward for today.
"Just get out of my face Cajun!" Rogue pushed by him and continued down the sidewalk with her hands clenched in fists. But they loosened when she didn't hear his footsteps behind her. She felt a little disappointed, but why? 'Don't think about that slime ball Rogue, just get home before he comes back after you.' She walked with her head a little higher.
Remy knew when and how to let a fille simmer. He knew she had a long walk to the mansion now, and with him fresh in her mind, she was sure to think of him. But just to seal the deal, "I'll see you tomorrow in class Roguey!" He shouted to her while he waved his arm in the air. She turned to him and opened her mouth to say something to him, but instead she just clenched her fists and yelled under her breath. She turned around with her hands on the side of her head as if she now had a horrible headache. Remy laughed to himself, with that last stunt, she would easily be thinking about him till tonight. "Roguey." He said to himself as he shook his head a little. He laughed and walked back the way he came.
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Rogue lay in bed, starring up at the ceiling. Her face covered with anger while she was deep in thought. 'Who the hell does he think he is!' she thought, 'Why is he bothering me of all people?' She continued to run the days events through her mind. First French class, with the pieces of paper he hit her with, then the notes. 'He had called me beautiful.' She idly ran her fingers through her hair. She smiled a little and then rolled onto her side. She rested her head on her arm and stared out the window.
Now Rogue never really wanted to get close to anybody after her powers appeared, because all in all, everyone meant the same thing to her, just something to remind her of her curse, another reason to hate herself (and Rogue didn't exactly have the highest self respect in the world to begin with) Rogue had never gotten close to anyone, especially a boy, and the one time she did, he ended up in a coma for three weeks, and she can still feel him inside her head. Being close to anyone only reminded herself of her powers. But now someone was trying to get close to her, and not one of her friends, but the enemy himself. The enemy was passing her notes, and walking with her after class. "Gambit" she said to herself in disbelief as she rolled back onto her back.
'How can I trust the enemy?' she thought to herself, as she placed her hands behind her head. Her smile faded as she realized how annoyed he had made her. When he said one of his snappy come backs, it only annoyed her more. 'If This, Gambit, is as cocky as he seems,' Rogue thought to herself, ' I think I'm going to hate my French class even more now.' A frown found its way to Rogue's face, and she shut her eyes and tried to sleep.
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(A/N: ok, does anyone see a similarity between those last three paragraphs, and the first three paragraphs of the story? Quickly, go back and read them again. I'm so proud of myself ^_^ that's easily my favorite part of this fic so far, well I don't know… the way I image Gambit waving with a goofy smile on his face after calling her "Roguey" was pretty funny to. I don't know how well of a job I did expressing how funny he looked, but I hope you get the point.)