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Secrets
Remy LeBeau sat on his mattress, his head bent down between his knees as he thought of all the trouble he had just gotten himself into. "How could Remy lie t' her like dat?" he asked himself out loud, rubbing the area around his temples in small, circular motions.
'Y' did what y' had t', t' make her happy,' the little devil (evil inclination) on his shoulder answered back. 'She was so sad. What else could y' have done, Remy? If y' told her de truth, y' would o' broken her heart. Imagine never bein' able t' touch. And jus' when y' t'ink y' may have a chance at a normal life, someone comes an' takes it away, as fast as dey can snap dier fingers. How would y' feel?'
The Acolyte shook his head in immense disappointment with himself. "What if de fille finds out de truth? Remy should o' jus' told her de first time.'
'What were y' gonna tell her, Remy? That she would never be able t' touch! That is was y' shield dat allowed her the first sensation she has had in almost five years? What were y' gonna tell her, 'cause frankly, I'd like t' know.'
He sighed and fell back on his bed. 'Look at de mess Remy got himself int' dis time,' he thought.
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The alarm clock on the nightstand next to Rogue's bed went off. She sat up and muttered something about Monday mornings to herself before reaching out a hand to disable the annoying beeping. Like every morning, she headed to her closet and grabbed her uniform consisting of a: black spandex bodysuit, green breastplate, and silver boots. She quickly threw it on over her undergarments. It was when she tried to zip herself up that she noticed her belly had grown too large for the suit.
She put her pajamas back on and headed down to the Danger Room where she was unnoticed by her groggy teammates.
"Stop right there, young lady," she heard someone say from behind her.
She turned around. "Hi, Mr. McCoy. Ah was just goin' ta see Logan and tell him mah uniform doesn't fit anymore, although Ah'm not positive he wants ta speak with meh right now because of the whole dinner incident."
"That's what I came down here to tell you," he stated. "Until the babies are born, I'm afraid you can't workout with the others… for the fetuses' and your safety. I'm also going to write your Physical Education instructor about excusing you during vigorous exercise because of the condition you're in."
Rogue groaned and rubbed her belly. "The only good thing that comes out of bein' pregnant with ya guys, and Ah'm against it," she said, referring to her bloated body. She turned around and headed back upstairs to her comfortable queen-size bed. "If anybody needs meh, Ah'll be sleepin'!"
Not only did she sleep that morning, but also during the ride to Bayville High.
"Rogue? Are you, like, okay?" Kitty asked when the southerner's head had landed on her shoulder.
She yawned and wiped the bit of drool that had escaped from her mouth. She sat up and stretched her arms. "Yeah. Ah just didn't get enough sleep last night, tossin' and turnin'. It's hard findin' the right position with this giant thing poking out all the tahme. But Ah'm fahne."
Kurt's face became concerned. He put an arm around his foster sister's shoulder. "You don't look fine."
She rolled her eyes. "Ah'll be okay, Kurt. Don't worry so much."
Scott stopped his red sports car in front of the school. "Old Bayville High. I remember like it was yesterday, though it was only about three months ago." Kurt and Kitty laughed. He continued, "Anybody need to be picked up after school?"
"I've got tutoring," Kitty piped.
Kurt shook his head. "Amanda and I will be at the library, studying for our final."
"Yeah right. I know you, Kurt. You have something up your sleeve," Scott said. Kurt shrugged and smiled deviously before turning his holowatch on. The big man on New York College campus turned to Rogue. "What about you?"
"Nah," she said. "Ah'll walk."
Rogue closed the door to the car, waved goodbye, and walked into the school where she was immediately given dirty looks. She ignored them all and stopped at her locker where she put her backpack and schoolbooks away. She turned around and was surprised to come face to face with the Brotherhood, for the exception of Lance who was currently working a job to provide for his college education.
"Hi, Roguey," Pietro said, putting a hand on her shoulder. She cringed, but he didn't notice. "How have you been doing lately?"
"Fahne. At least until ya got here, that is," she answered.
"There's a rumor going on around school that you're expectant… pregnant… bumped."
"So?"
Pietro smirked and pried into her business some more. "Who's the father? It's Scott, isn't it? Or Evan? I always knew he wanted you because you were mine first."
Rogue slammed her locker shut, gaining the unwanted attention from other students and teachers happening to pass by. Pissed, she leaned and hissed into his ear, "It's none of ya dang business, Quicksilver. And by the way, Ah never belonged ta ya. Let's get that straight. Besides, how do ya know Ah'm pregnant?" She pushed her way through the three boys and was about a half inch away before one of them grabbed her wrist. She whipped around to see Pietro smiling at her. Fred and Todd had moved in closer and were smiling as well.
"Nobody could put on as much weight as you did in less than three months. Come on, Rogue. We used to be so close. What happened? Just because we're on opposite teams doesn't mean we can't be friends. You can tell me," the speedster went on.
"Ah already told ya, it's none of ya business, ya meddling jerk. We've been over for a long time now. Find another minx who will do ya bidding, because Ah'm done with ya… forever! Now, let meh go or Ah'll punch ya lights out." Her free hand formed a fist. He let her go, reluctantly. She shot a glare and stomped off to the gym.
She opened her gym locker and grabbed her gym clothes. She stripped down to her bra and underwear. Other girls stared at the bulging stomach and whispered amongst themselves.
"Isn't that the mutant girl who can't touch? That doesn't make any sense."
"How'd she get a man? She's not even that pretty."
"Daddy says the world would be better without them."
"And to believe she's reproducing. More of their kind," a blonde haired girl said extremely loud, wanting Rogue to hear her. "They should all be exterminated. The baby will probably come out deformed or something." The other girls laughed and pointed.
'Let them talk,' Rogue thought to herself as she put on a pair of sweatpants and her gym shirt that barely fit anymore. She was angry, and at that moment, she could care less about what others thought of her. She shut her locker and headed into the gym.
Her coach, Randle Wilson, stood next to the bench, taking attendance. "I got your doctor's note. Just sit on the bench," he said, not even bothering to look up.
Rogue sat down and gripped her shirt, twisting and turning the fabric, as if all her frustration would escape through her hands. 'Ah hate them. They'll never understand.'
The day went by like a haze. As pale and quiet as a ghost, Rogue wandered down the hallways, through classes… through life. As soon as the bell ran at two forty-five, she was out. She took her headphones from her backpack and pressed the play button. The sound blasted into her ears and she began to mouth the lyrics. She didn't hear the motorcycle coming up behind her.
Someone tapped her on the shoulder. "Aaah!" The person's hand was slapped over her mouth. Her headphones were lowered to around her neck.
"Chère, no need t' scream."
She turned around. "Don't sneak up on meh lahke that, Cajun. Ah've had a rough day. Ah thought ya were a mutineer."
"How 'bout y' join Remy fo' some ice cream. We could talk," he offered.
"Ah'd like that."
He put her helmet on for her and seated her on the bike. "Ya such a gentleman, Mr. LeBeau," she said jokingly as she wrapping her arms around her waist to keep herself from falling off the bike.
Remy smiled and brought the shield of his helmet over his eyes, revved the engine, and sped off.
The two got off at Baskins and Robins. Rogue sat down at a table in the corner while Remy ordered two banana splits since she had insisted on eating separately. He paid for them and sat down next to her. She took a bite, smiled, and continued to eat.
"Thanks."
"No problem, chère. So, what happened at school?" he asked.
She frowned. Quickly, she licked away her ice cream mustache and began to explain the situation. "They all know Ah'm pregnant. Pietro stopped meh and asked who the father was. He grabbed mah arm and wouldn't let go until Ah threatened him. There are rumors everywhere Ah go," she said. "Why can't they just leave meh alone?"
Remy grimaced. 'Should Remy tell her?' He decided against it. Telling the truth would only make her day worse. Instead, he came up with a different tactic. Secrecy. "Let's change de subject. Y' know how y' can touch now?"
She nodded. "It's the only good thing that came from this whole experience."
"Maybe we should jus' keep dat our little secret. Remy doesn't t'ink de world is ready for anymore of our surprises."
Rogue nodded again. "Ah guess." She gulped down another spoonful of vanilla ice cream before looking up at his face. The red-black eyes wouldn't meet her own. She continued to eat, but something was fishy. She could feel it in her bones.
'He's not telling meh somethin'. Ah know it.'
- End of chapter. How did you guys like it? Now, I know I was really late, but I have a valid reason. School, writer's block, and my birthday! I am officially fourteen years old now. Yay! Hope you liked this chapter and thanks for the reviews! I also do not own Baskins and Robins. Thanks. xmengirlzrule -
