Self Indulged

By: Lady Lowe

Disclaimer: Read first chapter.

AN: The lyrics from the first chapter was "Handguns and Second Chances" by Senses Fail. Also, thank you for the reviews! I would let you in on the plot but then that would just make it way too easy! -=D Just keep reading, bebs.

Self Indulged

By: Lady Lowe

Chapter Two: Not Yours

"Damn Cajun," Rogue muttered as she launched a fist at the punching bag. She was fighting with her bare hands, her knuckles fresh. With each punch, a grunt came out as she perspired from her forehead. She wore only a muscle shirt, showing off the biceps that she hard at. Well, no, but just the biceps that she had to attain after practicing in the goddamned Danger Room with Mr.-I'm-too-perfect-for-anyone-except-for-Jean Scott Summers.

"Been hard, hasn't it, Stripes?" Wolverine stood by the doorway, watching her.

"Yeah," she grunted, swinging her left foot around. She would have fallen if Wolverine hadn't caught her. "Ah twisted mah ankle. Didn' think it'd still hurt."

Wolverine shook his head. Everything was off! "Soak it in warm water. Look, Stripes, I don't really want ta bring this up but it was either me or Charles. Figured I was better." He ran a hand through his hair. "I hear talk, Rogue, that you been doin' some business."

"Ah work in a bookstore, Wolvie."

"An' you take that money for coke, right?"

Rogue stared at him, aghast. She tried to hide her guilty face but Wolverine detected it.

"I can't believe you!" he exploded. "Charles takes you in from Mystique, tries ta help ya with your fucking powers and you have to do something so stupid as using fucking cocaine? Do you have respect – for yourself?"

"Logan, I – "

"No, don't fuckin' talk ta me unless ya git your head straight, bub. Don't even say my name," he walked out the door.

Her head on her knees, she felt her fingers clutch into her skin. Her whole body shook as she swallowed her tears.

"One tear equals another person's happiness. Why would you want someone else to be happy when you can't?"

Rogue felt nothing as she sat there silent. Yes, she felt cold and guilty. What Logan had said was true. But he didn't know what it was like with the voices in her mind. He wasn't dealing with them everyday or knowing what it's like to cause pain to a person every time you really touch someone.

An' he don' have a stupid swamp rat chasin' 'im around! She thought furiously.

Picking herself up from the floor, she vowed that she would kick off the coke for Logan – and some for herself.

She dragged herself into bed, falling asleep before her head hit the pillow.

* * *

He placed another round of cards on the table in front of the two other people. They were on their fifth round of poker, Remy LeBeau winning most of it. They weren't playing for money (one, Magneto did not think they needed allowances, and two, Remy did wish they were) but St. John Allerdyce was grumbling anyway.

"Damn the Cajun. Always winning…I'd say that someone's trying to cheat…oh no wait. You got a nice deal this time 'round, French boy."

He placed down his cards, face up. "Full house."

Piotr took a small sip from his apple juice before quietly layind his down. "Royal flush. What about you, Remy?"

Remy was staring at the cards in his hands. He wasn't listening to any of Pyro's rants but was thinking of Rogue. How he was going to play with Rogue. How he wanted Rogue. And right at the tips of his fingers were a Joker and a Queen of Hearts.

"I'm your Joker, chere. And you're the Queen of my heart."

Remy groaned inside. How the hell did a Joker get into this Poker game? Throwing the cards down, he muttered a small forfeit, and climbed to his room.

"What's wrong with the bloke? He never leaves in the middle!"

Piotr Rasputin shrugged.

* * *

School. Home of the ignorant masses. Home of the masses that are just becoming more stupid than smarter. School makes people radical, never having something in between. Mutant haters. Fear. Fear of mutants. Which makes them blind.

Rogue leaned against her locker. Pushing back a rogue wisp of hair, she slammed the door. Her hair was wet and wouldn't stay in place, and people still recognized her even without the makeup because her skin became too pale.

(if I had one strip, everything would be betNO!)

She had to choose a pair of lacy black gloves because she couldn't find her traditional brown ones. But, at least she hadn't run into the Ca –

"Nice gloves, ma petite." He slinked up to her and put his (covered!) arm around her waist. The bell hadn't rung yet so many people were watching this little "romantic" exchange. Most of the girls were staring in wonder and disgust. The jocks were wondering how the guy could even come that close to the Gothic girl.

"Ah ain't yoh petite, and yah betta git offah meh before yah get hurt."

"What, chere? You're gonna do it here? Make all the fils and filles wonder why I lie beneath ya, like Remy dead? Besides…Remy knows ya want me," he murmured.

She twisted of his grip and began to clench her fists. "Ah am not yoh petite, yoh chere, yoh anythin'! Get with it, swamp rat!" she hissed venomously.

The bell rang and Remy made his move. Rogue was still, frozen because now people were going to rush by her, too many bodies in too close of her space. He gave her a lingering kiss on her mane and slipped a card into her back pocket.

SCHOOL IS HELL.

* * *


"Rogue!" Kitty Pryde squealed. "I've been hearing from a lot of people that someone's got a, like, admirer!" She nudged Rogue's shoulder and winked, "And pretty darn cute, too!"

"Kitty, he ain't mah admirer. He can be yohs. I don' wan' 'im." Rogue calmly and slowly let this sink into Kitty's head. Well, at least, that's what Rogue thought.

"Oh yes, I'm, like, so sure that that's all you want. So say, like, if Mimi Albernyce tries to steal this guy?" Kitty raised her eyebrows at her, waiting for her reaction.

"What?! She ain't goo' enough fo' him!" She snorted indignantly. "He wouldn' fall fo' that kin' a – "

She caught herself in time.

There in front of her were a flock of girls, all centering around one being. Remy LeBeau. He seemed to be enjoying all the amounts of flirting and girly stares and one girl was literally draped over him: Mimi Albernyce. Rogue walked by, pushed her way into the middle, and gave Remy the finger.

"Yah jus' a stupid Cajun. Ah don' know why anyone would wanna be interested in a swamp rat like yah."

And then she walked away, Remy's face grinning behind her. All the other girls were staring, speechless, and Remy discarded Mimi before trailing after Rogue.

"Mon chere!"

Rogue almost turned around but kept on walking. However, she couldn't resist a little vindictive comment, "Don' yah have yoh girls ta deal wit'? Ah ain't goin'ta be part o' yoh fan club o' stupid girls."

His fingers found a way to entwine with hers. She pulled her hand away, "Yah sneaky swamp rat!"

"Chere, Remy gettin' a lil' tired o' you callin' me swamp rat. Can' you dink o' anythin' nicer?"

"How about Gumbo?" And she proceeded to walk away again.

"Chere, why don' you jus' stop walkin' away cause y'know that Remy goin' ta keep followin' ya!" He caught up to her pace.

Rogue plopped herself besides a tree. Sitting down, she crossed her feet and waited for Remy to sit beside her. He didn't but leaned against the tree, pulling out a cigarette. When she saw that, she wrinkled her nose in disgust and began to get up to walk away.

"Non, chere, don' go. I'll put it out fo' you, I'll put it out." He stuck it back inside his coat and grumbled a few choice words.

"Ah heard that. Now, Gumbo, are yah goin' ta sit or jus' stand there all day?" She looked at him with a frown that was almost constant but a little mischievous twinkle gleamed in her eyes.

Pools of emerald green that were sucking him in – Merde! Cut the corniness OUT!!!!

"Non, mon river rat, Remy mus' be goin' ta let his fans get some autographs. Don' miss Remy too much," he winked lecherously at her.

"RIVER RAT?!" Rogue narrowed her eyes at his retreating form. The pack of girls found him again, and he looked over his shoulder again. He picked something out of his pocket and let some of the girls see and as they tried to reach for it, he placed it above their hands. The girls all began to laugh and he chuckled along with them (which made Rogue's stomach begin to cramp). As she watched it disappeared, she also noticed that something was in her back pocket.

She shot a murderous look at his back, but he failed to see it as he didn't turn around. Damn SWAMP RAT.

She played with the card, letting it bounce the sunlight off from the gloss. An Ace of Spades with a little note on the bottom.

Remy not done wit' you yet, mon petite.