Chapter 3

Let the Good Times Roll

"Oh…MY…GOD!" Kitty shrieked as she looked out of one of the professor's office windows.
"What?" asked Amara looking up from the fashion magazine she was reading.
"Oh my God it's like totally her! I can't believe it's like totally her! What is she like doing here?"

"Who?" asked Jubilee suddenly very interested in what the girl had to say.
Kitty looked at them with wide eyes.

"Callia Delaflote!" All at once the room was filled with the sound of shrieking girls as they rushed to the windows to have a peek.
"Oh my gosh it is her!"

"Wow she's even pretty in person."

"Oh my gosh look at her pretty clothes!"

"Dang she's hot!"

All the girls turned and glared at Bobby.

"What?!"

The girls just rolled their eyes and went back to gawking.
It was known that a new mutant was coming to stay at the school. But the fact that it was someone famous had never crossed their minds. The usual boring process of meeting a new mutant was suddenly shaken up by the arrival of the fashion icon.

"Hey Rogue don't you want to see Callia Delaflote?!" asked Amara noticing she was still calmly sitting in her chair.
"Nah. That's ok. Ya'll go ahead." Amara rolled her eyes and whispered something to Jean who in turn laughed loudly.
Rogue sighed.

"Ah'm right here!" she wanted to scream. But she didn't. She just buried the sad feeling she got down in the pit of her stomach…like she always did. As the other girls took there seats as they waited impatiently for the woman to come to the office, Rogue found herself wallowing in self-pity. It wasn't that she really wanted to be friends with Ms. Perfect Jean Grey. She just felt that it would be nice if the other girls would accept her sometimes. Or at least stop talking about her in front of her face.

As she sat there in gloomy contemplation she was suddenly aware to the fact that someone was staring at her. She could feel their unwavering stare on her body.
She looked around the room and soon her emerald eyes met the eyes of the onlooker.
Ruby on onyx captured her gaze. Remembering the morning before, Rogue quickly glanced away. She fought the urge to blush at the thought.
Why did he do things like that? Why did he deliberately flirt with someone he couldn't touch?

Was he really that suicidal? Did he want to end up in a coma?
She managed to build up the courage to look at him again.
His eyes were still on her although they were roaming a bit more freely now.
Noticing this; Rogue gave him a dirty look.
Remy just smiled and winked at her boldly.

Rogue was about to respond when the Professor came into the room.
The middle-aged man was accompanied by Ororo and Logan. The real sight though was the woman that followed behind him. Rogue thought that she might just be the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Rogue wasn't the only one who though so.
Remy too noticed how beautiful the woman was that stood elegantly before them.
A rival to even Storm's beauty; the woman stood tall at roughly 5'9.

Her long jet black hair caressed soft olive colored skin. Hazel eyes sparkled brightly like jewels behind long black eyelashes. Her pouty lips curved slightly as she surveyed the room. A strand of hair fell in the woman's face. She gracefully brushed it out of her face with a perfectly manicured hand. Her clothes were a little edgy Remy thought. A step above the line that defined sexy from trashy. They hugged each and every curve of her perfect body. The last thing Remy noticed with a faint scent that filled the air. He couldn't quite place the smell. All he knew was that the smell was very intoxicating.

It wasn't until the Professor cleared his throat that Remy actually noticed how noisy it had become.

"Everyone calm down please," the man began. "I'm sure I don't have to tell most of you who our visitor is, however for those of you who do not know this is Ms. Callia Delaflote. You may have heard that she was coming here on the news." He looked around expectantly.
All the students stared back at him blankly.
"No? Well perhaps the Senior X-men have?"

Scott looked at a nearby wall while Storm checked the carpet for abnormalities. Logan just stared at him.
"McCoy?"

"Um...well you see Charles…I've been very busy with the students and t-test…"

Charles looked at everyone incredulously.
Didn't anyone watch the news? What about current events? How was everyone suppose to know what was going on in the world? They're the X-men! X-Men are supposed to know about current events!!!

However, instead of screaming what he was feeling, the distinguished man just frowned slightly.
"I see. Well then I suppose we will have to have a discussion later on the importance of staying up to date on current events." A small wave of groans went through the room.
"While Ms. Delaflote is here," the Professor continued, not acknowledging their groans, "I expect all of you to be on your best behavior. Ms Delaflote has not only come here for safety purposes but also for some much needed rest and relaxation. I trust all of you will give her, her privacy and alone time." He looked directly at the girls when saying this.

He then turned and looked at Callia.
"Ms. Delaflote do you have anything you would like to say?"

The woman smiled and step forward.
"Please call me Callia. And yes, I do have somezhing I would like to say."

She looked out at the group of teenagers and teachers that were staring back at her.
Her smile broadened.
"I would just like to say zhat I am very grateful for zhe chance to meet all of you in zhis beautiful place. I hope zhat we will get to know each other très bien. I…" A confused look crossed her face.
"I…I …how do you say…"

She frowned as she tried to access the right English words to say.
She finally sighed.
"I am sorry. I am not quite sure how to say it. I just wanted to say Laissez les bons temps rouler!"

"Let the good times roll," translated a smooth voice almost immediately.
Callia turned her head to a nearby corner from where the voice had come.

There in a wooden chair sat quite possibly the most gorgeous man she had ever seen.
He wasn't necessarily as…polished as the guys she usually went for. But the whole look he had going really worked for him. But honestly who could even look at anything else on him when he had those eyes. Never before had she seen anything like them. Red on black. She could feel herself being drawn into them. She felt she could stare at them for hours.
A small smile tugged at her lips.
"Exactly. Let zhe good times roll!"

Charles smiled.
"That was very nice Callia. Now that the introductions are all done I guess everyone is dismissed. I seem to remember that there's a training session today that you all need to get to." Everyone groaned and got up.
"I'll see everyone at dinner, "he called out as they all exited the room. "Remy just a minute."

Remy stopped at the door and turned around.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" A huge grin spread across Remy's face.
"O'course I have! Forgot Remy's suppose to sho' de fille around." He confidently strided over to the woman and took her hand.

"Bonjour cherie! Mon nom est Remy LeBeau," he said taking her hand in his. "But you can call me whatever you want," he added with a wink, as he kissed her hand softly.
Remy saw something flicker in her eyes as he introduced himself. Callia smirked at the player before her.
She had met many of his kind before. Yet…something seemed different about him and she intended to find out what that thing was. "Vous êtes mon guide?" she asked, eyes twinkling slightly. "Mais tu es ne un garcon!"

An insulted look crossed Remy's face.
"Je ne suis pas un garçon! Je suis un homme!" Callia laughed lightly, almost mockingly.
A confused look crossed Charles face.
"I'm sorry…is something wrong?"

The French woman smiled innocently at him.
"Non. I was simply acquainting myself with Monsieur LeBeau."

She looked over at Remy and smiled the same sweet smile.
"Shall we?"

Remy looked at her suspiciously.
"'Course cher. Allons!"

"Zhank you again for your hospitality," Callia called over her shoulder as her and Remy exited the room.
Charles frowned slightly. There was definitely something a little off about this girl…

Once outside Remy smirked at Callia as she leaned against a nearby wall. Her midnight colored hair fell slightly into her pretty face. She looked up at Remy innocently.
"Real smooth cherié," He said walking over to her side of the hall.
Callia raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know what you mean by zhis."

Remy rolled his eyes.

"Don't play dat wit Remy. You may be able to play dat innocent ting wit de professor. But it not work wit Remy LeBeau." "No?" cooed Callia a seductive smile spreading across her face. "Well what does work wizh Remy LeBeau?" Remy smirk at her again confidently.
Now that was better! It was about time this fille starting acting like this. They all did after awhile. They all became like putty in his hands. After all, who could resist him?

Remy rested one hand on the wall next to her head for support. He then leaned in close and whispered something suggestive into her ear.
She gasped in a ladylike manner and shoved him away.
"Monsieur! Zhat is no way to talk to a lady," she scolded.
Remy couldn't help but notice that even though she spoke with anger in her voice, her eyes betrayed her.
Her voice may have been filled with harshness but her hazel eyes were filled with laughter.

This intrigued Remy. She was obviously trying to hide who she was behind a lady-like façade. Or was there an altogether different explanation. Remy intended to find out.
The same smirk still caressed his lips as he surveyed the woman as if he looked at her long enough he could figure her out.
"Remy apologizes," he finally said, almost sincerely. "Forgive him for being so bold." He rested his hand back on the wall again.

He leaned forward again until their faces were almost touching "It's just dat you are très belle," he murmured while looking greedily at her lips.
He knew they must be twice as soft as they looked and twice as sweet. If only he could have a taste…

"So…you have to forgive ole Remy. He just wants… to get to know you."

He leaned in further to get want he was desiring. However, before his lips could ever touch hers someone came rushing into the hall.
"Hey Remy! Everybody's waitin for you in tha danger…" Rogue stopped short and looked at the questionable scene in front of her.
Remy quickly pulled away from Callia and looked at Rogue sheepishly.
"Uh chere…."

Rogue felt an unknown feeling well up inside of her. She looked angry from Remy to Callia.
The model still leaned against the tan colored wall an amused look across her face.
"Well," Rogue snapped turning back to Remy, "Ah see ya don't waste any tahme, do ya?!"

She then swerved around and stormed back down the hall.

"Rogue wait!" Remy called after her.
She didn't however and he made no move to go after her.
"Aw man," he muttered under his breath.
A small giggle behind him made him turn around.
"Something funny cherie?" he asked smoothly.

Callia stood straight up and shook her head.
"Non. Just didn't mean to get caught in any teenage drama." Remy looked at her heatedly.
"You mocking me?" Callia just smiled and answered his question with a kiss on the cheek.

"You can show me around later, no?" she whispered into his ear, her sexy voice dripping with patronization. "Right now you just run along to your little class." She pulled away from him and sashayed down to hall on the way to do only God knows what.
Remy cursed softly under his breath.
He then turned and head off to the beating in the Danger room he was sure to get. He could only hope Rogue wasn't on the opposing team.
"Women," he muttered. "Dey're nothin' but trouble."

Now in her room Callia smiled and looked up at the ceiling.
"Remy LeBeau…" she murmured. She bit her lip softly as she fell into deep concentration. She would have never guessed in a million years that he would be here. Not here at the Goody-Goody Club of America. Would he present a problem for her?
"He is a problem I might not mind dealing wizh," she noted mentally, smiling all the while.

No. She would have to observe him. Learn his patterns. She had been through too much to let some hormone charged teenager stop her. If he got in the way… she'd simply have to handle him.
Still… "Zhere is still no reason I cannot have a little fun, no?" she questioned herself.
She suddenly laughed out loud.
"Laissez les bons temps rouler!" she giggled. "Let the good times roll!"

Finally! After many, many hours and sleepless nights my extra long chapter is complete!!! (Laughs like a maniac) If you want to know how Callia knows Remy, what, if anything, she is up to, and how Rogue will respond to this new threat. You will simply have to keep reading! In the mean time drop me a line! Read and Review! ;-)

(Translations!) Note: In chapters where Callia and Remy talk a lot in French I may put the translations by the sentence they say
"Laissez les bons temps rouler!" (Let the good times roll)
"Vous êtes mon guide" (You are my guide)
"Mais tu es ne un garcon!" (But you are a boy)
"Je ne suis pas un garçon! Je suis un homme!" (I am not a boy! I am a man)
"Allons" (Let's go)