Oh my God. He's stalking me. I swear he is. I see him at school, at the mall- on the rare occasions I go- on my way home from school... Stupid Cajun. Doesn't he get it? I'm the Untouchable Rogue. Untouchable! Nothing he can do will change that; nothing anybody can do will change that.

I just want to be left alone. Is that such a hard thing to do? Everyone else excels at it.

I don't want to be surrounded by lovey-dovey couples anymore. Jean and Scott are just too damn perfect together. Kurt and Kitty are head over heels for each other, and just don't get it. And don't even get me started on the new recruits. I just can't stand it anymore. I disappear a lot now. Logan's worried, I can tell, but I think the Professor told him not to talk about it.

Mostly I go down to the lake. Sit under a tree, read, write, listen to music, whatever. No one has found me there- not even the Cajun. It's my sanctuary, the one place I can be by myself and not worry about anything, not worry about anyone.

I've been writing a lot of songs lately. Some of them I like, some of them I want to give to Pyro to burn. Damn Acolytes- they're invading my thoughts again! Amara would work too, but she would probably read them first, and that would not be a good thing.

I'm headed there right now. When I got home from school today, Ororo greeted me at the door and told me someone had dropped off a gift for me. It turned out to be a dozen white roses. I know they're from Remy. I smiled at her, pretended I liked them, then took them and left the house. When I get to the lake, I will float them out across it, and they will scatter. Hopefully none of them will end up back on the beach. It's sweet, but totally inappropriate.

Stupid Remy. I don't even try to call him Gambit anymore, I just can't. It would be like me calling Kurt Nightcrawler all the time, or calling Kitty Shadowcat. It's too impersonal. Why I'm worrying about this when it comes to one of my enemies, I have no idea. I just am, and I can't stop it.

I heard Jean talking the other day, to Scott- who else? She said she thought I might be going out with someone, seeing as I'm gone from the mansion so much. For a telepath, she sure can be dense sometimes. There are other words I could use to describe her, but I don't think I should.

I just looked down at the pad of paper I have on my lap, and there are a ton of words written on it. Was I writing just now? Reading the words, I know I was.

Never knew love could hit so fast
Never thought I'd know in a flash
You're the one

What the hell? I wrote that? That sounds more like something out of a romance novel. I have to get my head on straight, stop thinking about him. I rip the piece of paper off the pad, and crumple it up into a ball. I toss it in the lake and watch as it slowly drifts away, opening, the water washing away the ink. I can still see the roses floating away. It could almost be called romantic- but not quite. I turn to head back to the mansion- I can't relax, so what's the point of being here? - when I see a single white rose lying at the base of my tree. My heart sinks. He found me here?

Stupid Remy. I don't care if he's completely infatuated, if he would do anything I said, if he would follow me to the ends of the earth- it doesn't matter. It won't change anything. I just want my life to go back to the way it was. Back to normal.

As normal as it ever gets.

This chapter has been revised. I like it better than the original version of this chapter, and I think it sounds a lot better. I apologize for having left this for so long but I hope you can forgive me, and I will try to get another chapter up soon, as well as the sequel I wanted to do for Remy- well, not really a sequel but a story in conjunction with this one.

Kitt Katt