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A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! I honestly didn't expect any at all! And thank you for the suggestions! R&R Thank you again!
Oh, I made a mistake in the last chapter ;; Rogue doesn't live in the East Side, she lives in East Village. Sorry. East Side is for rich people, and well, Rogue isn't exactly the richest person in the world... for now. Mwhahahaha. Okay, On with the story!
It wasn't like she was never lost before, or that she never attended a large school, hello, she's a Juilliard alumni. It was just that Xavier's school wasn't just big... it was HUGE!
Anna sighed. She brushed one of her loose white bangs out of her eyes.
"Ah should've just stayed in mah classroom... or ah should've just drew a map... Gotta ask Xavier for one..." she grumbled lightly to herself. She looked around and saw that she was just there and started cursing the day she was born in her mind.
"GAWD!" She punched the wall, only the hurt herself and start cussing even more.
After a few minutes, she started to calm down and decided to retrace her steps.
"Okay Rogue, ya turned here... or was it there?" She looked around confused. She then out of plain frustration, ran until she found herself by her classroom. She sighed in relief and started walking back to the Professor's office, deciding to ask him for a map of the school.
Then BAM, something unexpected happened. Honestly! It happened out of the blue.
She didn't expect it. She didn't expect to run into anybody there, no less one of New York's most wanted bachelors.
She didn't even have to look at him to realize that it was THE Remy LeBeau. She recently heard his voice on the radio and realized that she could recognize that Cajun accent anywhere.
"Desole p'tite, let ol' Remy help y' up..." She looked up and saw the most stunning shade of red in his eyes.
'What's wrong with ya girl? This is Remy LeBeau! He ain't gonna want some Mississippi river rat.' she silently chided herself for being so stupid.
She took his hand gratefully and started to mumble an apology.
"Ah'm sorry sir, Ah didn't mean to bump into ya..." She started to feel extremely embarrassed at the situation.
"Oh non chere, 't was ol' Remy's fault." he said, almost insisting she blame him.
She looked up confused, and said, "Why ya talk in third person Swamp rat?" She gasped lightly.
She didn't mean to say that.
'Oh mah gawd, ah cannot believe ah just said that out loud.' She blushed furiously and looked at him uncertainly.
She thought he would get offended and retaliate back, but he simply laughed.
She was confused at why he laughed.
"Swamp rat? Remy barely' knew ya 'till 'bout two min'tes 'go." He laughed heartily as he saw her blush even harder. "Already got pet name chere?" he said in a sultry voice.
Being raised up looking different taught Anna how to defend herself.
She stepped back and glared at him cooly and replied in her "Ah'm trying not ta punch ya in the face raght now" voice, "Listen, Sawmp Rat, Ah was about ta say sorry, but ya just had ta ruin it didn't ya? And don't call meh "chere"," she said imitating his Cajun drawl, "Mah name is Rogue!"
Her rant didn't even seem to phase him. He seemed only interested in her name. "Rogue?" he whispered in an interested tone.
She then realized her mistake. 'Dammit! Ah shouldn't have said that...'
"No! What ah meant ta say was Anna! Mah name is Anna." She replied quickly, trying to cover up her mistake. "Only mah friends call me Rogue." She emphasized on the word friends.
"Okay! ... Rogue." Remy replied, as if wanted to get her aggravated.
She was about to retaliate until the man everybody was looking for came in to see what the yelling was about, well, more or less Anna's yelling.
"Ah, Ms. Darkholme, it seems you have met Mr. LeBeau." They both turned around and cried out, "Professor!"
Anna looked at the old, bald man in the wheelchair sheepishly and said, "Ah'm sorry if ah was bothering ya Professor..."
"No, no, it's quite alright dear. Actually, Mr. LeBeau is an old student of mine, paying this school a visit I assume."
She looked at him and was quite startled to find out he went to this school.
"Oui Professor, but de press tinks ol' Remy be here only for da boy." He smiled one of his lazy smiles.
"Ah well, you are a bit early... I suppose you can show Ms. Darkholme around?"
Anna tried to argue but was beat to the punch when Remy interrupted in a smooth tone, "Sure Professor, Remy be happy t' help de lovely Miss Darlkhome 'round." He then winked at her.
Anna soon felt butterflies in her stomach but took that as a sign that she was about to throw up.
"Then it's settled." The Professor then looked at Anna and said in an all knowing voice, "That is what you came for no?"
She looked at him incredulously and asked, "How'd ya know ah was going ta ask for directions or a map?"
The Professor just smiled and said something about the stars and the cards.
He then went back into his office Remy put an arm around Anna's shoulders.
She glared at him hotly and said in a cold tone, "What do ya think ya doin?"
He replied in with a cheeky answer, "escortin a tres belle fiille 'round de school."
She was about to argue until she tripped over a can but never felt her body touch the ground, only a pair of strong arms holding her.
A/N: Okay, that was the second part of the story. I know, not that great, but I'm working at it! I cannot wait to get into the romance part of the story, but all good things come with patience... I think... well anyway, I really hoped you enjoyed it!
And Thank you, everybody for reading this story and actually reviewing. I didn't even think anybody would actually review and like this story. I'm soooo happy! Thanks again!
And hopefully the next chapter will come up soon!
Till next time!