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I think this chapter is a bit mushy and fluffy and stuff but I really enjoyed writing this chapter.

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Chapter 2- The past

Lexa shakes my arm but I remain motionless and speechless. Remy LeBeau. Remy is coming to the reunion. Oh no.

"Hello? Rogue!" Lexa screams into my ear.

"Huh?"

She sighs. "Hon, that was seven years ago. That's a long time. I'm sure you'll do fine." Lexa pats my back. I nod slowly and suggest we go because I'm tired. They agree so we pay and walk out of the shop. Lexa and I pile into Wanda's car. Danielle gets in after us.

"So, I was thinking we should like, have lunch tomorrow." Kitty says. Wanda looks on nervously but manages to smile.

I'm the first to decline. Thanks, but no thanks. Then Lexa says she's got 'stuff' to do. Hah, yeah right. Wanda says she needs to pay her auntie a visit. Since when did she have an aunt? Danielle pointed out that she and I have to work. Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Kitty sighs.

"Well, another time I suppose." We nod furiously.

"Bye Kit. Bye Lance." I say and slam the door shut. Wanda gets in the car and we speed off.

After we drop Danielle off at her apartment, we head to my house. We agreed that they should crash at my place until John and Pietro come. When we reach home, Lexa dives into my bed and I pull her out. We spent all night talking about the past. The past, a thing I try to forget. At least tried.

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When I arrived at Bayville, I was ten. My brother, Kurt, was two years younger than me. My mom, Raven Darkholme was working for Mr. Erik Maximoff. Mr. Maximoff owned the Imperial Hotel, one of the most expensive and prestigious hotels in the world. His business expanded and now, you can see the name Imperial Hotel on every holiday brochure you get anywhere. Even Malaysia. Now, Pietro and Wanda are helping their father out.

So, when we arrived, I saw my new room. I loved it. I don't know why, but I just did. I unpacked everything and went downstairs where there was a little park. I walked around, thinking about my mom's best friend, Irene. She was nice to me and Kurt. She said I was beautiful, and I always gave her a funny look when she said that, because she was blind. I asked her how she knew, and she just smiled. I miss her. Then, I saw a limo pulling up outside the apartment building. I ran up to it to see Mr. Maximoff come out. He had once said that mom was one of his most valued employees.

I saw a girl just about my age step out of the car after Mr. Maximoff. And that's when I met Wanda Maximoff. She seemed shy at first but that was forgotten when she started to talk to me. She told me she had a twin brother named Pietro who was terrible. I told her Kurt was a monster too and we laughed. We went to school together and when we started high school, we met Lexa Howlett. We became the best of friends. Everyone in school called us the outcasts. We called ourselves the only ones who made sense. Can't they see Bella and Crystal were total bitches who deserve to have their pretty little faces punched?

That year, I was sixteen. I went to school just like normal. Wanda was telling me that Steve Tyler was having a concert soon. That's when I first saw Remy LeBeau. He was coming out of the principal's office, together with Principal Kelly. I knew he was a new student. He walked by me and winked. I rolled my eyes and turned away. Wanda saw him and told me that was John's friend. Apparently John met him when he was in New Orleans. Wanda said Remy's father owned a huge business, selling cigars.

When the bell rang for break, I headed to the library to return a book. I bumped into him again. He smirked at me.

"Hello chere." He said smoothly.

I ignored him and gave the book to the librarian to check it in. After I signed the book return slip, I went to find another book. Remy followed me to a shelf. I looked at him and he smiled.

"What do yah want?" I ask him.

"Nothing, chere."

"Then why are yah following meh?" I asked him, irritated.

"Chere, surely Remy is allowed to roam freely in dis school." He says.

"To roam, yes. To follow someone, no."

"Mais chere…"

"Stop calling meh that." I say and walk out of the library. Remy tags along.

"Chere, did Remy tell y' dat y' look trés bien?"

I roll my eyes and turn around. "Look, will yah stop following meh? Ah really don't have the time fohr this."

"Aww chere, Remy was just starting to have fun." Remy said playfully.

"LeBeau, if yah won't stop calling meh that, I swear ah'm the last thing yah'll ever see."

"Chere knows Remy's name!" Remy said. Then he said, "Well, Remy doesn't mind, chere is tres belle."

It took me a minute to figure out what he was talking about. By the time I knew, Remy was grinning devilishly.

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It was fate. It was fate that brought us together. It was fate that Remy and his family moved to Bayville. It was fate that I saw him in the principal's office. It was fate that we fell in love and kissed.

It had been a week since Remy came to Bayville. And a week of endless torture to me. Remy would follow me everywhere, calling me 'chere'. I learnt that it meant dear. And 'ma cherie' meant my darling.

"Bonjour, ma cherie." Remy whispered into my ear. By now, I was used to the name calling and flirting. I would simply ignored him and he will go away to flirt with some other girl. I didn't care.

My lips cracked into a smile. Even though he was a nuisance, he was quite charming. He sat down beside me and placed his arm over my shoulder. I wondered why he even bothered to talk to me everyday. He knew that I thought him an egoistic and arrogant person. Maybe he thought me a challenge, like something he could brag about to his pals. Maybe he would say, 'She couldn't resist me in the end. I knew I got her from day one'. I wouldn't know.

"Shouldn't yah be in yahr English class?" I asked.

"Aww, cherie. Remy thought he'd spent some time wit his chere." Remy pouted.

And the third person thing. I never could get a hang of it. I mean, what's up with that? Remy peered at the book I was reading.

"Ooh, chere reading romance novels. Does chere want someone to kiss y' like de hero kisses de dame? Someone like Remy?"

"LeBeau, if Kelly sees yah here, he'll think ah'm yahr partner in crime. Don't pull meh down with yah." I say, ignoring the question and pushing him up from his seat. He sighs, gets up and gives me his hand. I take it and he pulls me up.

"Well, chere. Remy could ask y' de same t'ing. Why aren't y' in class?" He teased me. I glare at him and close my book.

"Shut up, LeBeau." I say. He knows I don't mean it. He knows that I've grown soft on him. I no longer push his arm off my shoulder anymore. He follows me to the roof.

"Chere?" He asks, a little afraid. Does he think I'm going to jump or something? I smile at him and he breathes a sigh of relief.

" Ah lahke it here. It's peaceful." I tell him. He nods and stands behind me. I know he is looking at me. But I can't look back at him. There's something about his eyes. People would call it the devil's eyes if they seen it but he never let them. He wore dark glasses and never took them off. Except for me. He took them off for me and I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Red on black. I never told him that. Maybe I never will.

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He always walked me to class. He would carry my books for me. The girls would glare at me like I stole him away from them. In a way, I did. I don't know when it happened, but I started to grow jealous when he talked to the other girls. I didn't realize it until he mentioned it.

"Chere," He said. "Do y' ever feel jealous when Remy talks to de other fillies?"

A lump grew in my throat. I looked at him straight in the eye and he did the same. He waited for my answer. It seemed a million years before I answered him.

"No."

I thought I heard a small sigh. Did he want me to say yes? I wonder what would happen if I did say yes. Would he have kissed me or hugged me? Or would me have told me it was just a joke?

Maybe it was because I said 'no' that he tried even harder to get me. Maybe he was as persistent as ever to make me his. But it's not like I would let him.

Kurt was quite friendly with Remy at first. Then Kurt started to give Remy glares. Then Remy began to do the same. I didn't know what was going on until later. But they knew all along.

"He's up to no good, Rogue." Kurt said to me.

"Kurt, we're just friends."

"No, Rogue. He is a bad person. Trust me."

"Trust meh, Kurt. Ah know what ah'm doing." I said to him, giving him a reassuring pat on the back.

But Kurt wasn't at peace. He stomped out of my room after cursing something in German.

"Chere?" Remy said.

"Oh, it's yah."

"Who else? Chere? Are y' seeing somebody?" Remy asked, panicking. I laughed and said no.

"Je l'espère bien." (I hope so) My eyes shot to him. I knew a little French after taking a lesson or two and hanging out with Remy. He hopes so. Why?

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The Spring Break was coming up and there was a dance before that. I had no intention of going. John was taking Wanda and she was excited. Lexa and I helped her with her dress. They said I should go. Who would I go with anyway?

Remy says he wants to take me to the dance. I was stuffing some books into my locker when he said this. I stared at him. Did I mention we were still friends? Yes, we were, but Wanda said we more like a couple. How did a couple behave?

"Remy, stop fooling around." I said, annoyed. He was playing around with me, I was sure of it. Right? Wrong.

"Remy is serious, cherie." And he did look serious. I didn't say anything. I couldn't. What was I supposed to say anyway? 'Yes, I'd love too' or 'Thanks, but no thanks'?

"Remy…" Was all I could say.

In the end, he found a way to make me say yes. Maybe it was his charm. Maybe it was his wit. That day, he said to me, "Let's play a game, chere."

He told me the rules. He would ask me a question and I have to answer him, but only after a minute past. Otherwise, there would be a penalty. I told him that was a crappy game and he should get a life. But like a fool, I played it anyway. He began to ask questions like what was my favourite colour and subject. Those stuff. I answered them, a minute later. The game was boring as hell but he seemed excited for some reason. I should have guessed there was something up his sleeve.

He asked me, "Do y' like Indian food?" What was this? He knew I did.

Then, just as I was going to answer 'yes'. He asked me another question. The word 'yes' was already slipping out of my mouth when he asked, "Would y' go to de dance wit Remy?"

The 'yes' came out. My mouth dropped open and I knew Remy fooled me. Remy laughed in delight. He was grinning like a mad man.

"Chere, y' going to de dance wit Remy!" He said. I couldn't help but smile.

He used his charm and wit. Because I did nothing to protest. I was charmed. I let him take me to the stupid dance, which turned out to be not so stupid after all.

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I lie on my bed and think about the past. The past, such a fragile thing.

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Is it fluffy or what? My sister said so. She said it was too mushy. But what the hell.

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