"It doesn't even phase her" he walked the halls with Scott, "I mean I betray bucket head, we have mind blowing sex, we spend pretty much every moment together and she still won't be my girlfriend? It makes no sense."
"Girls are complicated. Plus it's not like you have the best reputation when it comes to women," he paused, "But you can tell that she cares about you. I think maybe she's afraid that something will happen if she shows it. You just need to be patient with her. It took Jean and I years to get together."
"Yeah, maybe," he smiled, "Speaking of which, catch you later Shades. I have to escort one very fine lady to class."
He gave Scott a quick salute of sorts and walked away. It has been a month and a half since he'd joined the X-men and the pro's definitely outweighed the cons. He casually leaned against Rogue's locker. He looked down at the small Southern girl in front of him, rummaging through her locker. He leaned down and grabbed the history book she'd been looking for.
"Thank you," she smiled, "Enjoying your day?"
"It just got a lot better," he grabbed her books, "You know I'd be happy to share my locker with you. Mine's closer to your classes plus you'd get to see me more."
She smirked, "And why would I want to do something like that? Besides that's couple stuff."
He closed her locker, "Aren't we a couple? I mean, we do couples things. A locker is a pretty small step in the grand scheme of things."
She sighed as they walked to her next class, "I don't know Rem. I don't really consider us a couple, more like friends with benefits."
"See," he stopped her, "where I'd normally be for that I want more. I want to be with you, as your boyfriend. Why don't you want that too?"
She looked away, "I just don't want to get hurt," she looked back up.
His eyes burned with determination, "I promise, no I swear to you that I will never intentionally hurt you. Just trust me for a change, okay?"
She smiled, "Alright, I'm trusting you Remy."
She rose up and kissed him. She pulled away and laughed. His eyes shined, his mouth curved into a goofy smile. She grabbed his free hand. He pulled away, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She snuggled close to him as they walked. People stared but he didn't mind letting them all know that she was his and no one else's.
"Well I guess this is my stop, I'll see you at lunch," she grabbed her books, "and I've decided to take you up on that locker offer. But only because it would be easier for me. Don't go reading too much into it," she kissed him before heading into class.
"Dude," on of Dunkin's friends called, "How'd you manage that?"
"Manage what homme," Remy turned to the group of guys standing near the classroom.
He pointed to the classroom, "The sexy Goth chick. The one with the white steaks in her hair."
"You mean Rogue," he questioned.
"Yeah, she never dates anyone. Dunkin's gonna flip. She's turned him down three times," the boy chuckled.
"Simple," he shrugged, "for whatever reason she likes me."
"I guess. You're lucky man. A lot of guys at Bayville have tried to tap that," he smiled.
"Excuse me," he glared.
"Just saying, she's one fine piece of ass. If you don't try to get some, there are plenty of other guys that will," he began to walk away.
Remy's jaw clenched, a feeling of rage boiled inside him. He grabbed the guys shoulder and decked him. The guy retaliated with a fist to the gut. They heard people gasp and shout as they threw punches and slammed each other into lockers. A teacher called for help. Rogue joined the rest of her classmates at the door, pushing her way to the front to see what all the commotion was about.
"Dean," a girl called.
"Remy! What the hell are you doing," Rogue, "Remy! Remy stop it!"
"Dean," Rogue looked to see Jean's friend Taren, "Dean, knock it off! Stop!"
She and Rogue ran over to the fighting teenagers, trying to pull them apart but they kept fighting. Taren tried to grip Dean's arm but he easily pulled away. Rogue gripped Remy's arm, digging her nails into his skin. He could feel small beads of blood running down his arm. With one last jerk she managed to pull him away, pinning him to a locker as he sized up Dean once more.
"Cajun I said stop! Enough," her voice was low and threatening, "What is the matter with you?"
Before he could answer Dunkin appeared, "Hey! You got a problem?"
Remy stepped forward, "Yeah I have a problem with your friend talking about my girlfriend like she's a piece of meat."
Dunkin looked around, "And, uh, who might your girlfriend be. 'Cause, no offense, but you seem like the type to have a really skanky girlfriend. You know a 'hit it and quit it'."
"Remy," he voice sounded soothing, "don't. He's not even worth it sugar."
Remy relaxed a bit and looked at her. Her emerald green eyes pleading with him to calm down. He drew in a deep breath and sighed. She loosened her grip and smiled a bit, still keeping her hand on his arm. Dunkin glared at the two of them, their seemingly intimate gestures causing his blood to boil.
"Her! You're dating her," he fumed, "Is this a joke? Of all people, you got her! How the fuck?!"
"Simple," he shrugged, "Mon chere has taste."
Dunkin clenched his fists, "Please, she's obviously just settling for you."
"Until what," he questioned, "Until you want her? From what I understand you do. First you lose Jean then get rejected by Rogue. It has to sting to not be on the top anymore."
Dunkin moved forward, Rogue stepped in front of Remy, "You will keep your hands off my boyfriend or I will drop your ass in the middle of this hallway."
He stopped as she glared. She watched as the Principal walked towards them. Rogue looked back at Remy who placed his hand on her shoulder. He knew that he was in trouble and there would be hell to pay when he got back to the mansion after school. Dunkin glared at him one last time before turning to face Principal Kelly.
"Mr. LeBeau, why am I not surprised to see you here," he looked over, "Dean, Dunkin. Oh joy, all my usual problem children. The three of you come with me. Taren, Rogue, thank you for restraining these boys. Now, all of you, back to class."
"See you after school," he saluted, "Meet me by my bike."
Rogue nodded, "Don't do anything else stupid while I'm gone."
"So he went like nuts or something," Kitty asked.
"Honestly, I don't know. I left my class and saw Remy and Dean beating on each other," Rogue shook her head, "He's such a hot head sometimes."
"Hey, I'm sure he had a good reason for it. Just ask when you see him," Kitty smiled, "Well there's Lance, tell me about it later."
Rogue nodded. She leaned against Remy's jet black motorcycle and sighed. She let her mind wander as the sun hit her pale face. What was she going to do with that boy? He was always getting himself into some kind of trouble and a fight at school would not sit well with the Professor, or Logan for that matter. She shook her head.
"Hey girly," his sadistic voice came from behind her.
She froze for a moment then stood up and prepared to run. Her heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest. She opened her mouth but it was quickly covered by a giant paw like hand. Her breath caught in her throat, a million thoughts racing through her mind. Her powers were no good when her attacker was wearing gloves and so was she.
"I wouldn't," he spoke softly, his hand moving from her mouth to her throat, "I just want to know where your little boyfriend is. Boss is very, very upset with him. He seems to have a problem with keeping his hands to himself."
"I, I don't know where he is," she lied, "I haven't seen him all day."
"See," he squeezed around her throat, "I'm having trouble believing that. So let's try this again, where's Gambit?"
She gagged, "I told you, I don't know."
He squeezed harder, "Unless you want me to crush your windpipe you'll tell me where he is."
He pulled her closer, his hand still wrapped around her throat. She tried to breathe. He smiled and squeezed harder. Her hands gripped his wrist, trying to break his hold. She tried kicking with no luck. He looked past her and smiled. She gagged more as he lifted her off the ground, as if he was showing her to someone.
"You look so troubled," he smiled wider, baring his animal like teeth, "Is something wrong? Oh, her. Don't look so hurt. She's just a girl," he looked at Gambit's hand, "Charge that card and I snap her neck before you even have time to throw it."
He dropped the card, "Please, just put her down," his voice sounded broken, "I'll do whatever you want. Just, just don't hurt her."
Saber tooth squeezed tighter, feeling her pulse slow even more. He growled in satisfaction. Her feet kicked desperately, her hands weakly trying to loosen his vice like grip. She choked again, the colors around her began to mix together. Her head began to pound and the world was spinning.
"Stop it," he begged, "Please, you're gonna kill her!"
Saber tooth laughed, "Do you hear how pathetic you sound? I never thought I'd see the day Gambit begged for a woman's life. Look how weak she'd made you."
Remy watched, unable to move, as he walked over to him. Saber tooth held Rogue up, as if to inspect her. He dropped her seemingly lifeless body at Remy's feet and walked past him.
"Don't worry, she's still alive," he snickered, "But I'll be back for you both. I hope your freedom is worth risking her life."
Remy watched as he walked away. Once gone he turned back around and faced Rogue's body. He bent down to feel for a pulse, not trusting Saber tooth's words. His heart almost stopped when he felt it. He immediately went to work, forcing as much air into her lungs as possible. It took a moment and the faint cough made him jump a little. It was followed by a gasp.
"I can't breathe," she choked out.
"Chere," he pulled her close to him, "you're ok. I thought I'd lost you for a minute there."
She let out a weak laugh, "You can't get rid of me that easily sugar."
He kissed her head, "I'd never want to. Let's get you home. Can't believe he'd attack at the school like that. Crazy mother fucker."
He carefully lifted her up and carried her over to his motorcycle. He made sure she was strong enough to hold on before pulling out of the parking lot. She pulled herself closer to him so he could hear what she was saying.
"You know Logan's going to make you do an extra Danger Room session right," she questioned, "For getting in trouble at school."
"Yeah, I figured as much. I also have a week worth of detention. That Dean deserved it though," he patted her leg, "No one talks trash on my girl."