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Lunch finally came and Anna found herself a giant tree to sit underneath. She pulled out her novel, East of Eden, and began to read it silently. She found it difficult to concentrate however, because a massive amount of noise was coming from the quad area. She looked up to se what the commotion was and she almost gagged at what she saw. Surrounded by a massive group of practically drooling girls, was the guy from her French class, Remy. Knowing that he was to preoccupied to notice her she took the time to examine him. He was tall beneath his trench coat, and she could tell that he was incredibly well built. His long auburn hair looked unkempt in a sexy way that made her want to run her hair through it. She found herself wondering whet color his eyes were. For some reason none of the typical colors seemed to fit him. Stop that R-Anna! He is just a filthy playboy, who is only interested in making the new girl another one of his trophies. She turned back to her book attempting to read. The attempt, however, proved to be futile as the novel was ripped from her hands.
"Bonjour chere." A creepy voice whispered in her ear. She looked up to see a blonde man eyeing her like a piece of meat. His stare made her feel dirty and she grew uneasy under his observation. He grabbed her gloved hand and she felt the need to vomit as he placed his lips on it.
"Petit, mon name is Julian Bordebeau. (Is this spelled right?) Y' new here?" He asked.
"That's none of your business Cajun!" She said ripping her hand away from him. She continued to tell the man off when she noticed that the guy from her French class has broken away from his gaggle of girls and was heading in her direction.
"Julian, don' bother de petit." Remy said addressing the blonde man in front of her.
"Dis be none of y'r business Lebeau." Julian responded sharply. "Dere be plenty of other filles y' can go screw." The two continued their verbal war and Anna saw it as her chance to escape. Long before the two were done fighting Anna had grabbed her things and quietly disappeared.
Anna-Marie walked home from school in a horrible mood. It seemed the New Orleans High was no different then Bayville. It was filled with the same mindless girls and idiot guys that looked down on her. The only difference was that now she had two idiot Cajuns competing over who could get into her pants first.
"Bonjour chere." Speak of the devil. She felt Remy wrapped his arm around her."Get your hand off of meh Swamp Rat!"
"Already wit de pet named chere." He smirked at her.
"What do yah want Cajun?"
"Dis be a dangerous city chere. A belle femme like y' should never walk alone. Who knows what kind of scoundrels would try and take advantage of y'?"
"Ah can take care of myself, thank yah very much."
"So what are y' doing tonight chere?" He said wrapping his arm around her again.
"Why do yah want tah know?" She said pushing his arm off of her again..
"Remy needs t' tutor de petit belle." He smiled at her. "Why'd y' stop petit?" He asked her.
"Ah live here dumb ass." She retorted. "Come on. Let's get this tutoring over with."
Remy was immediately impressed with Anna's apartment. It had a black and white Hollywood theme which included old movie posters and pictures of famous actor such as Clark Gable, Audrey Hepburn, and James Dean. He took the time to appraise the living room and the kitchen taking in the details. His thoughts however were interrupted when he heard the phone ring.
"Hello?" Anna's thickly accented voice answered the phone. "Hey what's up?" she responded after some time.
The voice on the line talked for some time.
"Nah don't worry about it. Ah'm a big gal Ah can take care of myself. I'll talk tah yah latah. Bye." She hung up the phone.
"Dat be y' mere chere?"
"No. Ah don talk tah mah mother. That was Gray. He lives across the hall from meh. We were supposed tah have dinnah tonight but he has to work late. He gets worried about meh being on mah own all the tahme."
"On y'r own all de time?" Remy questioned.
"Yeah Ah live on mah own. Moved out when Ah was eighteen. Ah never looked back."
"Why'd y' move chere."
"That is none of your business and may Ah remind you tah stop calling meh chere. AH have a name."
"Desole mon petit belle." She rolled her eyes at him.
"Let's get this tutoring over with." She replied as she sat down at the kitchen table.
The rest of the tutoring session was torture for Anna. Remy continued to hit on her by attempting to impress her with lame lines about the beauty of various parts of her body. He also had her request a few thing of him in French that she definitely did not want him doing. By the time the session was over Anna was seriously considering dropping out of school. Lahke that would stop him, she thought to herself.
They Call Me Orange: Graydon isn't going to be a psychopathic mutant hater in this story. I'm not exactly sure how his character is going to end up but he nothing like the founder of the FOH. He's more like the guy who takes care of Anna. And as for Rogue and Mystiques past, you will just have to wait and find out. You will find out everything when Remy finds it out in this story.
Authors Note:Ok heres the next chapter. Thanks for all of the reviews. If you have any questions go ahead and ask me because I think that this story might be a little canfusing (although some part are meant to be). I will try and answer your questions, but if it will ruin a future part of the story I wont tell you. So tell what you thought of how I brought in Julian, and let me know of any suggestions. Also doesnt Anna's house rock. Thats how my room is decorated.