Chapter 7: Breakfast
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"Oh all the lousy, rotten, no-good, low life-"
"Hey Andie, you okay?"
Andie dropped down into a chair at the breakfast table and reached for the bacon plate in front of her. "No Kitty, some stupid, conceited, Cajun who must think he's God's gift to women, just, ooo, really irritated me."
Kitty and Jean laughed. "Oh, you mean Gambit?" Kitty said. "Yeah, he's a bit of a pain isn't he? What happened?"
Andie chugged her whole milk glass dry and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. "We accidentally ran into each other and he made some stupid comment about me being a little girl and needing to watch out for the big boys, and well . . . he got what he deserved." She explained. Her mind traveled back to her brother once more. He had taught her how to defend herself. Asher had always been afraid the big bad boys were going to hurt his little sister. He had taught her how to throw a punch and escape any physically hold her opponent could muster.
"What did you do to him?" Jean asked.
Andie's face turned a bit red. Now that she thought about it, maybe it had not really been necessary, but he had made her so mad, he had touched her, and she did not like being touch by strange men. "Well, he tried to moved me out of the way and I flipped him over my head."
More laughs from Kitty and Jean. The door opened and another girl walked in. She had brown hair, but two white streaks in the front. "What's so funny?" The girl asked in a thick Mississippi accent.
"Andie had a little encounter with the Ragin' Cajun," Kitty explained.
The girl rolled her eyes. "Welcome to the institute, I'm Rogue." They shook hands. "Steer clear of that one, he's a loser."
"He's one of those guys my brother would beat the tar out of and forbid me ever to even talk to," Andie said.
Well, get over it girl, Asher's not here, so you'll just have to take care of yourself now.