Yes, I finally have time to write! Curse the exams… Yes, it's the hols now but my ever so 'lovely' father is forcing me to study. Why can't he see I'll never get an A in Math/sigh/

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Chapter 4- Break up!

"Whoa, I can't believe she, like hit Bella!" Kitty jumped up and down. Rogue walked passed the Science Lab. when she heard Kitty talking about her. She stuck her head through the doorway.

"Don't ya'll have something better to do than gossip here?" She growled. Kitty stopped jumping in her seat. Danielle's mouth dropped open.

"Excuse me…" Scott said and walked up to Rogue. Rogue examined Scott. That's when Crystal walked into the lab. A huge plaster covered her nose.

She looked around and found Scott standing next to the Goth. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

"A bitch standing in front of a Goth and a guy whose IQ is a hundred times higher than yahrs?" Rogue asked. Kitty giggled.

Crystal sneered at her. "Shut up."

Rogue's hand curled into a fist. She held it in front of Crystal. "Want another plaster on yahr nose? Ah thought so."

Crystal turned to Scott. "Here. Finish this by tomorrow." Crystal passed Scott her homework.

"Sorry Crystal. I got stuff to do. I'm busy today." Scott gave the books back. Crystal glared.

"No wonder she left you." Crystal mumbled. She was talking about Jean, who miraculously had the idea to dump him. The rumour passed around like wild fire. Rogue now knew it was true.

"Leave him alone, bitch." Rogue said lazily. Everyone in the room gaped. Scott looked at Rogue, then at Crystal.

"You whore. You are the one who is trying to steal Bella's man, aren't you?" Crystal scowled.

Rogue looked amused. "Shugah, yah got it all wrong here. Ah can't help it if the Cajun lahkes meh. So don't go pointing yahr manicured fingers at meh just because yah don't know how to look after yahr man."

Crystal walked out of the lab angrily. Rogue gave a satisfied smirk. She walked out of the lab after Crystal. Scott raised an eyebrow and looked after Rogue while Kitty was whispering excitedly with Danielle.

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Remy stepped into the classroom nervously. His first day learning Spanish. He wondered why he even took the class. Oh right, because of Rogue.

"Is dis classe de espagnol?"

"This is the Spanish class, if that's what you're asking." The teacher said. Remy nodded and sat down. The teacher began the lesson but he wasn't paying attention. His mind and eyes were outside the class, on the school field. On what? Rogue of course.

Rogue was skipping her Algebra class. It's not like the teacher will notice. She caught someone staring at her. She was prepared to point her middle finger when she realized it was Remy. She glared but it's not like he could see anyway. She turned away and walked off to the other side of the field.

"Mister LeBeau."

"Yes, Madame?"

"Mister LeBeau, please pay attention. Now, tell me, what is black in Spanish?"

"Er… noir?"

"Mister LeBeau, do don't play around in my class. I will not tolerate this. Noir is French for black, not Spanish. Now tell me, what is it in Spanish?"

"Is it on de tableau noir?"

"No, it's not on the blackboard, but I did tell the class just now."

"Er… Can Remy aller aux toilettes?" (Go to the bathroom)

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Remy didn't go to the bathroom, instead, yes, he went to find Rogue.

"Chere!"

"Oh gawd, not yah again."

"Oui, Remy again."

"Oh crap." Rogue sighed and got up from the bench.

"Non, cherie, s'asseoir. S'il te plait." (Sit down. Please.)

"Why?"

"Just because."

"Fahne."

"Bonne. Now, tell Remy why y' hate Remy so much."

"Ah don't hate yah, Cajun. Ah just…"

"What?"

Rogue kept silent. She never why she hated him. There was no explanation for that. She just took one look at him and thought…

"Chere… Y' can't judge a book buy its cover. Y' know that, right?"

Rogue looked at him. She noticed something. He had the most extraordinary eyes. Red on black. They were amazing. She opened her mouth to say something but she forgot her words. Those eyes were enchanting.

"Cherie? Chere?" Remy shook her lightly. She snapped out of her thoughts.

"Your eyes…"

"Oui?" Remy realized that he forgot to wear his contacts. Oops.

"They…"

"Laide?" (Ugly?)

"No. They look beautiful." Rogue said. Remy was surprised by her answer. No one ever said that his eyes were beautiful. Not even Henri. He smiled.

"Merci, chere. No one ever said dat to Remy before."

Rogue actually blushed. "Their loss. They look very beautiful." She said and she wasn't lying.

He reached for his pocket and pulled out a pair of dark glasses. He put them on and smiled at her again.

"Chere might t'ink it's beautiful mais other people won't." Rogue nodded. "Y' haven't answered Remy, chere. Why do y' hate Remy?"

"Ah don't hate yah, swamp rat, but sometimes yah are a bit arrogant and egocentric."

"Remy is not, chere." Remy mocked sad.

"Yes yah are, swampy." Rogue laughed.

"Chere, yah can stop staring at Remy's eyes now." He said. Rogue looked away. Her face went beetroot. "Mais chere, y'r eyes are beautiful too."

Rogue looked back at him. Mah eyes?

"Oui, chere." Remy said when he saw her expression. "Y'r eyes."

Rogue's eyes were emerald and they were beautiful. She smiled.

"Yah know what, Cajun? Maybe yah ain't that bad after all." Rogue said softly.

"Of course, cherie." He was getting to her. He smiled.

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"Mr. LeBeau, I am understood that you were excused to the restroom and you never came back?"

"Oui, Principal Kelly."

"You say you want to take Spanish so I let you. You are a bright student, LeBeau, don't let me down. I know you're already accepted to Ivy League, but please, mind your behavior."

"Oui." Remy stifled a laugh. He walked out to see Bella.

"Remy babe, we need to talk."

"Bella, not now."

"Please, Rem." She dragged Remy towards the car park.

"Bella, class starts in five…"

"S'il te plait…"

"Two minutes, Bella."

Bella stopped and turned around. Remy stopped too. She moved up to him and started kissing him. Remy was taken aback. He pushed her away.

"Bella, now is not the time for games."

"Remy baby… Y'…"

"Remy has changed, Bella."

"Is that bitch, isn't it?" Bella glowered. Remy frowned.

"Don't y' call Rogue a bitch, Bella."

"Y' see! That's exactly what I mean! You like her, don't you?"

Remy stared at her. "Oui. Remy likes her."

"But Remy, we're together!"

"Not anymore, Bella."

"Remy LeBeau!"

"Bella… enough."

"You wait 'till Marcus hears about this." Bella marched off. Remy rolled his eyes and went to class.

It was his English class and Remy was bored out of his wits. John was no fun too. He was busy playing with his new lighter. A birthday present from Wanda.

"Mate, this is so cool!"

"Remy broke up wit Bella."

"Mate, you fooling me? Naw. That can't be."

"Remy isn't playing, John. Remy dumped her."

"LeBeau! Allerdyce! Pay attention!"

They looked up to see the teacher glaring at them. Remy shrugged and waved at the teacher to carry on. She frowned but turned back to the blackboard.

"Mate, you are serious?" John whispered.

"Serious, mon ami. Remy wants a new petite amie."

"New what?"

"Girlfriend."

"Whoa, mate! Marcus is gonna kill you." John whispered excitedly. Remy nodded.

The teacher turned again. They looked at her innocently.

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The news traveled like wildfire. Everyone was talking about Remy and Bella's breakup. Girls flocked over Remy again. But he didn't like it. He saw less and less of Rogue, probably because she thought he turned back to the self-centered guy again. He caught a glimpse of her in the Science Lab. and that was it.

"Chere, where have y' been?" He asked her when he finally managed to speak to her. They were in the car park.

"Busy."

"Chere?"

"Ah was finishing up my Science project, ah needed the extra credit." She said, smiling.

"Really? Y' made Remy t'ink chere was avoiding Remy." He said.

She shook her head. "Ah'm not lahke that, LeBeau. Ah think yah know meh better than that."

"Dat's the t'ing chere. Remy doesn't know anyt'ing about y'."

There was a moment of silence.

"What do yah want tah know?"

"Why do y' want everybody to call y' Rogue when y'r name is Anna, chere?"

"Ah don't know. It suited meh better than Anna, ah guess."

Remy nodded. "Then, do y' have un frère or une soeur?"

"A brother."

Remy waited for her to continue.

Rogue sighed. "Yah are so nosy. His name is Kurt. He's here too, in Bayville High."

"Kurt? Kurt Wagner? The new guy on de football team?"

"Yeah."

"Mais y'r surname is different than his…"

"Darkholme? Yeah. Long story. Maybe ah'll tell yah one day."

"What do yah like?"

"Ah lahke Ruffles. Cheddar and Sour Cream. And ah lahke chocolate, everything chocolate actually. And gummy bears and jelly beans. And ah hate celery. Ah hate carrots and ah hate broccoli."

Remy absorbed everything. "Tell meh, chere, when's y'r birthday?"

"Why do yah want tah know?"

"Just because."

"Ah'm not gonna tell yah."

"Mais chere…"

"Another time Cajun. Ah gotta go." She walked towards her convertible. She turned around. "Let's make a deal, LeBeau. Ah'll tell yah mah birthday when yah let meh ride yahr bike."

"Hell no chere. Y' know how hard it was to ste… buy it?"

"How?"

"Well… hard." Remy said.

"Well, do we have a deal or not?"

"Non."

"Fahne. Yahr loss." Rogue shrugged and started the car. "Goodbye, swamp rat."

"Au revoir, river rat."

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