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MONDAYS

When Anna woke up in the morning, she went straight into the guest room to check on Remy. She barely peeked in to see that he was sprawled out across the bed, lying on his stomach with the covers thrown off and the sheets curled around him oddly. She stifled a giggle and returned to her room to get ready for school. Anna didn't really care what she was wearing today, so she just threw on a pair of old jeans, t-shirt, and some sneakers, then put her hair up into a messy bun. She grabbed her bag and her books, but just before she left, she took a minute to smell her fragrant roses that Scott had scent her.

She didn't want to wake Remy up, so she crept through the hall and made her way downstairs, telling her aunt good-bye and heading on to school. Once she got there, everything was pretty normal and boring. Right before lunch, though, someone came in from the front office, to give her a pass to leave the school grounds. But just as she was heading out, Scott stopped her.

"Where are you going? I thought maybe we could sit together for lunch." as he told her as he slowly closed the distance between them.

"Ah'm sorry Scott, but Ah can't. Ah gotta get home." he looked at her a little bit shocked. He wasn't used to girl's turning him down, he was the quarterback. No girl in there right mind would turn him down for anything. In fact, he knew that each of her friends, personally had a thing for him.

"Why, what's so important, that you have to run off at lunch?" she began to get a little bit annoyed that he was delaying her, and a bit curious as to what the big deal was. But she just stood there with a blank expression on her face.

"Look, Scott, Ah don't have time for all this. Ah really got'ta get home, maybeh Ah'll see ya tomorrow or somethin' 'k." then she began to walk away from him, but he grabbed her arm in such a manner that she nearly dropped all of her books. She turned to look at him noticing his face was beginning to turn red, but she couldn't read his expression to well because he was wearing a pair of sunglasses.

"What's wrong with you? I just invited you to eat lunch with me."

"No sugah, what's eatin' ya? Ah said Ah have ta get home, now let meh go or else Ah'll make ya." she growled back at him through gritted teeth. But just then, her friends walked up to them. Jean was the first to ask, "Is something wrong?" Scott turned around to the girls, letting go of Anna's arm.

"No, everything's fine. Hey Jean, you want to come eat lunch with me?" Jean was nearly jumping for joy, but Scott didn't care, he was waiting for Anna's reaction, but he got none.

"Ah'll see ya guys latah, gotta get home." she smiled gently at her friends, flashing her pass, and took off.

Anna was fuming mad at Scott having the nerve to treat her like that. What, was she supposed to be his property after one dance, and a couple of roses. 'Stupid, arrogant, pompous, brain-less, no good fer nothin' jerk.' She went on like that all the way home. Anna got home just in time for Irene to head to work. She went upstairs to her room and dropped her stuff on the floor next to her bed, and walked over to the vase, pulling the roses out of it.

"Ow!" she gripped as she didn't take notice of the thorns. She sighed and muttered, "Dumb yank." under her breath.

"Excusez-moi?" she screamed and jumped tossing the roses into the air. Remy just chuckled.

"Je suis desole chere. Remy didn't mean ta startle ya." she turned to see him standing in her doorway holding the frame for support.

"Remy, ya shouldn't beh up." she told him after she pulled herself together, and made her way toward him.

"Oui, mais Remy heard ya yell." she helped him to sit down in a chair near her desk.

"Sorry, didn't mean ta, just had an accident." He eyed her curiously when he saw it. Remy grabbed her hand quickly.

"What happened Anna? Who did dis?" as he pointed to the red marks across her arm. She looked down at her arm and then away from him.

"It's nothin'." Then she pulled away from him and began to clean up the mess she had made.

"Non, it's not nuttin' chere. What happened?" she didn't answer though. He sighed and ran a hand ruggedly though his hair.

"Remy knew if he wasn't dere dat somethin' happen ta ya." she stood up and her eyes narrowed at him.

"Ah can handle mahself, thank ya. Did just fahne 'fore Ah evah met ya." she spat at him. He stood up, ignoring the pain of his aching muscles.

"Dis be Scott's work, non?" he asked mimicking her tone of voice. She turned around to throw the roses and broken pedals in the trash.

"What's it ta ya? Huh Remy, he ain't ya concern?"He slowly made his way to her and grasped her shoulder firmly.

"Non, mais you be my concern chere." he stared into her eyes for a moment before she finally gave in. She put her head down and whispered, "Ah'm sorry. Ah didn't mean ta act lahke that. Look at ya." then she looked up at him, "Ya hurt and here Ah am rantin' and ravin' 'bout somethin' that don't mattah right now." she smiled gently at him.

"Let's get ya back ta bed sugah." he smirked down at her.

"How 'bout dat sponge bath instead." she laughed.

"Alright." she told him seriously. His eyes went wide in disbelief. But then she finished.

"But ya goin' in there alone. Ah'll just make ya a bath in the tub so don't go drownin' on meh or callin' for meh ta come in there with ya." he nodded but then, just as he was going to ask her other reasons that he might actually call her into the bathroom she put a finger over his lips.

"Under no circumstances am Ah comin' in there ta help ya. Ah ain't stupid, ya probably do somethin' stupid just ta see meh blush." Then she helped him into the bathroom, sitting him on the toilet so that she could run his bath. She placed a towel and washcloth near the sink for him, but just as she was about to leave the room, he called for her.

"Chere?" she turned her head toward him with her hand still on the doorknob. But she noticed the serious look on his face.

"Don't think Remy need any help...just dat, he don't think he can lift his shirt over his head." she smiled and nodded.

"Ah s'pose Ah could do that much. But ya pants can only come off when Ah leave this room, understand." she told him as if he were a small child. He nodded.

"And this is still probably gonna hurt, but the bath'll do some good." she reached over for his shirt and helped him lift each arm out slowly and gently before pulling it off. She tried desperately not to look at him afraid of what she might see. So she quickly turned and placed his shirt on the counter and went to get out of the room, when he laid his hand on hers over the countertop. She turned to stare into his eyes where he merely told her a simple, "Merci chere." Anna smiled replying, "De rien."