A/N: Sorry bout the wait. I was putting off writing this chapter out of laziness and then I ended up taking a two-week vacation where I was dieing to get to a computer. So here it is.

SLUT! (my favorite word)

Rogue woke up the next morning with her head hurting. She walked down to the kitchen in search of aspirin and walked in of Scott and Jean publicly expressing their love for each other. Rogue pushed past them and started rummaging through the cabinet. The two love birds stayed attached at the mouth till Logan barged into the kitchen.

"Hey stripes," He greeted the goth. "How was the dance?"

"I didn't see you – Jean started before shot her a death glare.

"Great!" Said Rogue quickly to cover up Jean's unfinished thought.

"Rogue enjoying social interaction?" Scott glanced out the window. "Is that the sky falling."

"Ha ha ha." Said Rogue sarcastically.

After Logan left the kitchen Jean hopped up on the counter next to Rogue. "So where were you?"

"Out."

Jean rolled her eyes. "C'mon Rogue."

Rogue really didn't feel like recalling the evening. The concert was fine but she could get that stupid blonde out of her head.

"Why don't you two go back to swapping spit?" Suggested Rogue.

"I'm fine with that." Said Scott. Jean rolled her eyes but in minutes they were once again having tongue wars. Rogue sat down at the table and ate breakfast and tried not to look in their direction.

xXx

Remy woke up the next morning when he felt the blonde rolling out of his bed. He lay with eyes shut and his back turned to her as she dressed. He didn't know if he wanted her to believe he was asleep or if he wanted himself to believe she was someone else.

The blonde wandered down the stairs and as she was passing the living room caught sight of a red haired Australian and an elderly man in a purple cape playing with green army men. She took a moment to stare at the two before continuing on to the front door wondering where her one-night-stand found his roommates.

xXx

Rogue was wandering up the front walk of the Acolyte's base. She'd almost tripped over Kurt and Amanda on her way out of the mansion. They were lying horizontally on the front lawn and their hands were everywhere. It shouldn't have bothered her as much as it did. She'd lived with her powers for years, you'd think she'd accept it but she couldn't deep down.

As she walked up to the front door and was about to ring the bell the door suddenly opened and out stepped a six-foot blonde in a black leather mini and a halter-top.

Rogue stared at the woman as she walked down the front walk. Not so much because she was a six-foot blonde stepping out of a terrorist headquarters at ten in the morning, more because Rogue would've killed for her legs.

Rogue turned around and stepped into the front hall of the Acolytes base and only then did it register in her mind that a six-foot blonde had just stepped out of a terrorist headquarters at ten in the morning.

"What the hell?" She thought out loud.

The elderly man in the purple cape who'd been sitting in the living room fell over out of surprise having not heard the Rogue walk in.

"Pyro!" He screeched. "X-men have infiltrated the base!"

Pyro jumped up onto the sofa with his lighter open and flames bursting from it. Rogue stared at the two and their army men blankly.

Remy came running down the stair in his boxers and Rogue glanced at him. Finally the six-foot blonde made sense. SLUT! She screeched in her head.

"Gambit!" Yelled Magneto. "Smack her over the head!" He ordered.

Remy rolled his eyes and grabbed Rogue by the arm. "Go back to yah're toys." He said as he dragged Rogue outside.

Once they were outside Rogue stopped Remy.

"Shouldn't he be instigating World War III?"

"What are you doing here?" Said Remy ignoring her question. Rogue held up her French book. "Oh, Right." He said remembering. "Can Ah get some pants?" Rogue nodded and he ran back into the base.

Rogue sighed and sat down on the grass. Stupid Blondes… She thought. The girl was beautiful and she wasn't surprised Remy had gone for her. She was the kind of girl guys had pinned up on their walls. But why did Remy have to go for her? God, why do Ah even care?

xXx

Remy sat on the lawn sifting through Rogue textbook as Rogue sat across from him. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Magneto and Pyro peering through a window at them. Every couple of minutes Remy would chuck a rock at window and they'd disappear for a while.

"Ah saw the blonde." She blurted out after a moment of silence. Remy glanced up at her. Neither knew why she said it.

"Yeah?" he asked. It was the only thing he could say.

Rogue nodded. And Remy went back to flipping through the pages of her textbook. "She seems nice." Said Rogue.

Remy glanced up at her again wanting to smirk. Is this Rogue being jealous? Remy just nodded at her comment. He didn't know anything about the blonde's personality. Then he rolled his eyes and chucked a rock at a window of the Acolytes base.

Rogue glanced over to catch sight of two heads ducking out of the way before the rock hit the glass. Rogue looked back to Remy. "What's her name?"

"Why do yah care?" Remy asked trying to pull a confession out of her.

Rogue shrugged. "Ah don't. Ah was just wondering."

"Wondering is caring." He said with a slight smirk on his face.

"Are yah gonna answer mah question?" Rogue asked.

"Claire." Said Remy chucking another rock at the window of the base.

Rogue so wanted to make the fat-girl-name Breakfast Club reference (1) but thought it would be better if she didn't. Remy stared at her.

"What? Gonna make the fat-girl-name Breakfast Club reference?" He asked.

"No." She said staring back him. Remy knew her too well. "Does she work full time at the bar?"

"Oh mah god!" Said Remy.

"What? Mah friends going out with a girl, Ah wanna know if she's good enough for 'em." Said Rogue defending herself.

"We're not even going out."

"Oh, so you just had random meaningless sex with her?"

"Great," Said Remy sarcastically. "Now yah're analyzing mah sex lihfe. Last time checked you were the farthest thing from it."

"Jesus Christ, Ah was just asking."

"Are yah still fixed on being just friends?" Asked Remy in a vicious tone.

"Yeah."

"Den yah have no business in mah sex lihfe."

Rogue was totally taken aback. She quickly stood up, snatched her French book from remy and muttered "Screw You," before storming off.

xXx

Rogue attempted to finish her French homework that night while trying to ignore Kitty's constant giggles. It seemed she and Josh had gotten over any issues that might have been.

"tee hee hee." Came from across the room. "No I love you more."

Rogue was considering homicide. "Uh, Kitty?" She asked in an irritated tone.

"Oh sorry, Rogue." Said Kitty quickly. "Josh?… I gotta go."

Thank the lord! Thought Rogue holding her hands up to the heavens.

"Tee hee, no you hand up first." Said Kitty in her high pitch tone.

Oh mah god!

After a couple minutes of this Kitty finally hung up but she wasn't going to give Rogue any peace.

"You know…" She started.

Oh no. Rogue braced herself.

"One of Josh's friends broke up with his girlfriend last week." Kitty continued. "And a week is good morning time right?"

"Kit, Ah don't wanna go out with some jock who's totally obsessed with himself."

"But he's not a jock! He's like a total Maralyn Mansion freak!"

Rogue looked up from her French homework. "Yeah?"

"Or was it Trent Reznor?" thought kitty. She shook her head. "I dunno one of those scary goth guys you're obsessed with."

Hmmm… Thought Rogue. Maybeh Ah could get him to wear eyeliner. (2)

xXx

1 - In the Breakfast Club, the character Bender says the Claire is a fat-girl name and predicts that the character Claire, who isn't fat, will become fat after "squeezing out a couple puppies".

2 - You've gotta admit that guys in eyeliner hard SEXY! Even any lesbians out there. I mean Billy Joe Armstrong? And that really hot picture of Kurt Cobain?

A/N: Okay, there's just one more chapter after this! I feel so accomplished:) After I've updated the rest of this story I'll post my next one. I'm still trying to think of a title. I'll probably end up naming it after a song again. Well, whatev. I'm proud of what I've written of it. Shocker, right? Its scary how many pop culture references I've fit into it. Seinfeld fans will like it.