Hey! Glad everyone liked the last chapter. Felt inspired (you people lit a fire under my ass with the "make 'em meet already!") and cranked out this whole chapter in one day (when technically, I should have been typing a two page Astronomy paper.) For those of you who asked, Remy and Rogue are 17 and its somewhere between a few weeks to a few months before their 18th birthday (depending on when I want to put it into the story.)

-Chapter Fourteen-

- O Fate, You Tease Me So! -

"This is the guys' hall and girls are on the other wing. This is your room here." Scott Summers stopped in front of an open door. "Your roommates are St. John and Piotr. I'm across the hall with Kurt and Evan if you have any questions." He turned to look at the Cajun behind him. Remy had boredom clearly written on his face a didn't appear to be paying attention.

Scott took this as an opportunity to study the new student a bit. His worn brown trench coat covered up jeans, a black T-shirt, and combat boots. His russet hair was unruly in the way the girls seemed to love and a dark pair of sunglasses were perched on his face. The professor has said the boy was a year younger than him, seventeen, but Scott found it hard to believe.

"What ya starin' at?"

Scott jumped slightly, shook out of his musings. "Umm . . . Do you have to wear glasses all the time, too? I have to 'cuz I can't control the optic blasts from my eyes. What about you?"

"I don' need 'em, I jus' wear 'em."

"Why? Lots of people here have physical mutations, but they don't feel the need to hide them."

"Well I do." Said Remy curtly. With that, he went into his room and shut the door with a snap.

Scott stared at the closed door. Jeez . . . Moody much? He's like the male version of Rogue. Shaking his head, Scott turned and went to find his girlfriend, Jean.

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Remy leaned against the door, cursing under his breath. He jumped when someone spoke across the room.

"Aww, Xavier stuck us with a nutcase, Petey! Talks ta himself an' everything." Lounging on one of the three beds was a boy, who seemed to be about his age, with flaming orange hair and a flame dancing around his palm.

"You are not one to be judging mental health, comrade. And it is Piotr, not Petey, Piotr." Corrected the other boy. He seemed to be a year or so older. He was tall and seemed quite strong, yet didn't look like he was fast to use his strength to hurt someone.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Extinguishing the flame, the boy walked over to Remy. "Hey mate, I'm St. John, but ya can call me Pyro. Wanna know why?"

"I t'ink I know why." Replied Remy dryly. "So, de t'ree o' us gonna share dis room?" He queried, his gaze traveling from one side where all the furniture was littered with clothing, lighters, matches, and candles to the other side where the bed was neatly made and books and art supplies were stacked tidily on the desk.

Pyro followed the Cajun's gaze. "Yeah, I know what ya mean, but Petey's okay when ya git ta know 'im." He said amicably. 'Petey' rolled his eyes at the flame lover's comment. Standing, he walked over to the duo.

"Hello, my name is Piotr Rasputin." He said with a thick Russian accent, holding out his hand. Remy shook.

"Remy LeBeau."

"So where ya from? France or somethin'?" John had pulled out a lighter from somewhere and was amusing himself with it, causing the other two to give him apprehensive looks.

"No," said Remy, snatching the lighter and tossing it across the room. "Nawlins." He received a blank stare. "Louisana." Another stare. "Southern United States?"

"Ya took Betsy!" Pyro dove across Piotr's bed, searching for 'Betsy.'

Piotr shook his head in embarrassment. "I'm sorry. He has, how you say, a few screws loose, but he is a very good friend."

"I'll bet." They watched as he continued to ransack the room in search on his most prize possession. "How 'bout y' show me de rest o' dis asylum we're livin' in?"

"Sounds good to me."

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"This is the last thing to see." Said Piotr, leading Remy to a set of double wooden doors. "It is the recreation room. There is a TV, pool table, board games, videos; the students spend much time in here." He explained as he open the door.

Remy got a short glimpse of the massive room before being led over to the group of people gathered around the couch.

"Everyone, this is the new student, Remy. Remy this is Jean, Scott, Wanda, Kitty, and Kurt."

Remy gave a half-wave as they all said their greetings.

"So Remy, how's the room arrangement going?" Questioned Scott.

"Swell." He answered, sarcasm evident in his voice.

"Like, don't worry." Said Kitty. "If John ever gets too outta hand, like, just threaten to tell Wanda, and he, like, stops instantly."

"What can I say? I have him well trained." Commented Wanda. Remy got the feeling he would get along very well this girl. Everyone else seems too preppy an' goody-two-shoes f'r m' likin'.

Suddenly the door burst open and in stalked a very familiar face. "Kurt! Where do ya git off tellin' mom that I'll go out ta dinner with th' two o' ya?"

"But Meine Schwester, why wouldn't you want to go out with our mother?"

"'Cuz, unlike ya, I can' stand that woman! I don' know how ya can do it; she ignored ya longer than she did me!" Rogue stopped in her tracks when she came face to face with Remy.

"Rogue, did you know we have a new student?" Asked Kurt, eager to change the subject. "His name's Remy. Remy, this is-"

Rogue cut him off. "He knows who I am. What are ya doin' here . . . Swamp rat." She spat.

"It's good t' see y' got some o' y' spunk back fr'm when I last saw y'." Said Remy, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

The slap resounded in the quiet room. "ASSHOLE!" Rogue's face flushed. "Don' evea, evea say somethin' like that again. Ya don't even know what happened that night. Ya were off makin' out with that bitch, Lillian!"

"Y' were havin' so much fun wit' Cody dat 'm surprised y' were even aware o' what I was doin' an' wit' who!"

There was a clattering noise as she slapped him yet again and his glasses went flying. She glared daggers at the side of his head until he mustered up the courage to stare her dead in the eye.

"No." Rogue backed towards the door, her hand covering her mouth. Hurt and confusion laced together in her jade eyes. "No. It's not ya. I mean, that whole time . . . an' ya eyes . . . an' . . . ya didn' tell me." Her voice betrayed her at the end of her rant, wavering slightly as she fought tears.

"I tried, but-"

"Tried? TRIED?" The anger returned to her voice. "We spent weeks together an' it nevea occurred ta ya I might wanna know that ya were th' best friend I had been ravin' 'bout f'r th' whole time?"

"Oh, an' y' made it so easy wit' yo' 'ya look like someone I used ta know, but he nevea woulda turned out like ya.' Yeah, I was in such a hurry t' tell y', Marie."

Rogue's face hardened at the use of her given name. "Fuck ya, Remy DeClour!" With that she stormed out the door, bumping into St. John on the way.

"Watch it, shelia!" He turned to the group. "Hey mates, I found Betsy!" He held up the lighter. His face contorted into one of confusion as he gazed around the silent group, Remy breathing heavily, his cheek reddening, and his glasses laying forgotten on the floor. "Did I miss somethin'?"

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Rogue ran blindly through the mansion, embarrassment and hurt coursing through her veins. How could he? All those times they talked . . . and when he asked to the dance . . . the whole time he was lying to her!

Choking back a sob, she collapsed against a door. She shook as tears coursed down her cheeks and the voices came back. No longer were they annoying, kind, and helpful; now they were nasty, rude, and hurtful.

See what you did bitch?

It's you! You make everybody lie to you and leave you. First your mom, then Remy . . . who's next?

Pathetic mutant freak!

"No, no, go away!" Cried Rogue, clutching her head.

"Stripes, what's wrong?" Logan hurried down the hall and kneeled in front of the girl.

The usually anti-contact girl embraced the older man. "They're right. Everyone lies ta me!"

"They who? Those voices in yer head? C'mon kid, Xavier taught ya they aren't real. Ya can beat 'em."

"But they're right!" She pulled away and started towards her room again. "I need ta be alone."

"Hey Stripes!"

"Yeah?"

"Why are they right?"

" . . . . . . ask Remy."

TBC

AND IT WAS REVEALED FOR ALL! I really didn't like how that Rogue/Logan scene went, but I think John is hilarious in this chapter. Sorry if the revealing seemed kinda melodramatic, but I think it turned out pretty good.

So, I am looking for songs that talk about fate and stuff, preferably love, too. It doesn't have to say the words "fate" or "destiny" either, just allude to it. Right now I only have "Collide" by Howie Day, if that gives you any inclination of what I'm looking for.

If you want to help, PLEASE EMAIL (if you wouldn't mind) me the suggestion (artist, title, section of the lyrics, anything to help me figure out what song it is and if I can use it.) My email is in my bio and all help will be greatly appreciated. If you don't want to email me, put your suggestion in your review, but I would prefer email. Many Thanks!