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Chapter 8

Rogue woke up to the sound of rain tapping the window. Her neck was stiff and she had her math book open on her lap. She looked up and realized that she had fallen asleep on Remy's shoulder. Then she remembered that she had dozed off when she was only like on problem ten. But to her surprise and delight the Cajun had completed her assignment and the answers were on a separate sheet of paper. She would have to thank him later.

Rogue looked at her watch and it was around 5:30, everyone was probably still asleep, including Kitty, but Rogue didn't want another argument, she still hadn't apologized to Kit about the other morning. So slipping silently off the coach and tip toeing out of the rec room Rogue made her way to the showers in the locker room. Damn, she thought, I could've done this yesterday. But then she considered that if she had she wouldn't have seen Remy in a towel.

It had been a long night. After Rogue had told him about her good news he began the long and complicated story about Belle, she tried to recall his words.

"We met when were ten, at da time I thought Belle was so pretty, an cute, an sweet. Jean Luc was thrilled an saw a way dat da guilds could unite. Seein him so happy made me think dat it would be da greatest thing ever to marry Belle. But as we got older Belle became less sweet. She would make me wear sun glasses to parties; ashamed of moi eyes, an she made sure no one knew I was a mutant. Den when we got into Middle School she began gettin' into some dangerous stuff wit her broder an his buddies. Soon I started cheatin on her, not carin if she found out, hopin it would make her angry at me, dat she'd let me go, but when she did fine out she didn' do anythin'. De next couple of years de guilds worked out a pact, dat would be sealed wit our marriage. But when de big day come I realized dat no matter how much I loved Jean Luc an my family I couln' do it. I ended up bustin a window and runnin. I had nowhere to go, no one to turn to, for de first time in my life I was scared. Knowing dat my own guild and de Assassins wanted me dead Magneto's offer to become an Acolyte seemed like my best option, and I hadn' seen her in tow full years till today." He had ended reciting this long and painful history with a heavy sigh. Rogue took his hand and they had starred deeply into each others eyes for several moments, that is until the homework sitting on the table was literally screaming at her.

Rogue hated math, she preferred English or Science, and had sighed heavily as she pulled the book into her lap. Rogue thought she had worked out the first problem correctly and was ready to go on to the next, then the Cajun who was leaning behind her, showed her the major error she had made. Rogue had looked up at him one eyebrow raised, "Since are you so good at math swamp rat?"

"Remy did go to school beau, plus how could I not pay attention when da math teacher was always such a pleasure to see go to dah chalkboard," smirked Remy, who got a good whack over the head. It wasn't soon after that Rogue had completely passed out.

As Rogue was getting out of the shower she saw a groggy Jean Grey enter the locker room.

"Morning Rogue," said Jean with a big smile on her beautiful face.

"Mornin Jean," grumbled Rogue, who went over to the sink and began to run a brush through her hair.

"Couldn't get Scott of the bathroom eh Jean?" said Rogue. The couple had gotten their own bedroom together after Scott had proposed, but they still didn't quite act like a series couple. In there own way they were head over heels for each other, it was just a little harder for everyone else to see.

"Of course," said Jean disappearing behind one of the curtains and turning the hot water on. "I'm getting sick and tired of having to come down here every morning!"

"Well why don't ya just hop in the shower with him, ah mean ya guys kinda got a we can do whatever we want free card," said Rogue, putting the brush down, taking up the curling iron deciding she wanted to curl out her layers.

Jean had gone silent a moment. "Were not exactly that comfortable with each other yet," she replied timidly.

"Oh," said Rogue, "sorry."

"No need to be," said Jean, "I'm the one who told Scott I wanted to wait till after the wedding. I guess I'm just modest like that."

Rogue smiled, she and Jean were never best friends, but she was finding herself enjoying the little conversation, "An it suits you perfectly. Ah think its sweet that you and Scott are waiting."

"I thought it would be hard for him, but he's bearing it better than I thought he would. Of course I'm helping him a little." Both girls couldn't help but laugh.

Rogue turned back to the mirror, she grabbed her black eyeliner, but froze before she applied any. She looked down and saw that Amara had left out her brown eyeliner and a little tin of apricot eye shadow. Rogue couldn't help herself. She applied a thin layer of the brown eyeliner and put the on apricot eye shadow taking her own gold and mixing it in a little. She stepped back to observe herself, she wasn't quite sure whether she liked it or not. But before Rogue got to wipe it off with a wet towel Jean walked out of the shower.

"Stop!" she cried, "Rogue that looks really nice on you! God, that eyeliner brings out your eyes, it's gorgeous!"

"Thanks," said Rogue, smiling, then grabbing her clothes and going into one of the changing rooms. She decided to wear a pair of black straight leg jeans and a light blue tank top with a black sweater, and her leather gloves of course.

She couldn't help but smile to herself again. She had only got a quick glance of Jean in her towel, but she had observed that the girl was a stick. Sure she had somewhat of a chest, but as Rogue observed her own hips and butt she realized she had something Jean lacked, curves. She could hardly believe herself for once being jealous of Jean.

When Rogue got out Jean was still at the mirror blow drying her hair. Rogue waved goodbye then headed toward the kitchen for a much needed breakfast. But as Rogue passed the rec room she heard the sound of Logan's metal finger slide from his knuckles.

She bolted for the rec room where she saw Logan holding her Cajun by the collar about three feet off the ground.

"Now listen Gumbo, you gonna do this or what?" Logan spat.

"Non, mon aime, dis Cajuns still not even sure whad you talking bout!" snarled Remy.

"Oh you know what I'm talking about," said Logan kicking his knee into Remy's stomach.

"Logan!" shouted Rogue, "What the fuck are you doing!"

"Teaching this swamp rat a lesson," grunted Logan.

"Now you're makin me angry Logan!" shouted Rogue before she ran over and sent one hard punch into Logan's side, not hard enough to budge him, but enough so he let go of Remy. "Ah'm the only one around here that's allowed to call him swamp rat! Now sit down an get me caught up on what's goin on here."

"Its easy stripes," said Logan, still very angry and not sitting down. "I got a little late night visit from Kitty last night, she was cryin', hard. Parently she asked Gumbo to take her to the movies and he said no after flirting with her. I don't want you out with that half-pint Cajun, but she's been very unhappy lately, and if that means you have to get off your sorry ass and take her to the movies then I'm willing to make an acceptation!"

"I haven' talked to dat lil fille once since I came here!" snapped Remy. "Why couldn't she have jus asked me?!"

"She did Gumbo, but I guess your ears were to full of swamp goo to hear!" cried Logan. "Now you either take half pint out Saturday or I tear a new one!" Logan kicked Remy in the arm and stormed past Rogue out of the room.

"Mind to inform me as to what is going on her cherie?" asked Remy pulling himself to his feet.

"Ah don't know Rems. But first, were going to eat a good breakfast then ah'm going to ask Kitty mah self!" said Rogue, very confused and agitated.

After breakfast Rogue did as she said she would and made her way to her room. Remy had told her he'd be in the garage waiting for her and she just couldn't wait to be on the open highway, but first she needed to get this whole thing straightened out.

Rogue didn't even knock, she just barged in and found Kitty starring at herself in the mirror. Kitty had her long brown hair hanging loose and she was wearing a purple tube top with a short black skirt. Her makeup was somewhat heavier than usual and Rogue noticed for the first time that Kitty had her belly button pierced. This wasn't the usual Kitty.

"What do you think Rogue?" asked Kitty nonchalantly. "Amber said that I looked like to dorky always wearing those half cut jeans so she let me barrow this."

"Actually Kitty," said Rogue sitting on the edge of her bed. "Ah always thought the half cut jeans made you look cute."

"Well like being cute wasn't enough to keep Lance around!" snapped Kitty.

Rogue took a deep breath, so that's the heart of the problem. "Look Kitty," said Rogue sympathetically. "Lance has called a hundred times a day, ah don't think the thing with Boom Boom was serious, just some little mistake. Guys do that a lot."

Kitty scowled but didn't say anything. "So are ya gonna tell me why you had Logan pull his claws out on Remy?" asked Rogue.

"Well I like totally knew that I couldn't get Gambit to go out with me willingly, so I gave him a little push."

Rogue tried to ignore the anger that was threatening her voice and managed to keep herself calm. "Why do ya wanna go out wit Remy Kit? He's six years older than you are and you've never had a serious conversation with him. Ah don't think you'd get along too well."

"That doesn't matter," Kitty said grabbing her book bag and slinging it over her back. "I like totally need a boyfriend that everyone thinks is cool, and since they all know about Scott and Jean, Gambit seems to be the only option."

Now Rogue was getting angry, no one used her Cajun!

"Look Kitty, hate to burst ya bubble, but if ya haven't noticed Rems and ah have been getting close lately and ah have no intention of handing him over to anyone!" snarled Rogue, standing at the doorway blocking Kitty from leaving.

"Hate to like burst your buble Rogue but you can't touch anyone!" snapped Kitty. "You really think you can keep a player like him satisfied? If you do your like totally a bigger fool than I thought you were!"

Rogue was no longer angry, she felt the color drain from her face as she realized she was mortified. "Kitty this isn't you at all!" Rogue said desperately. "What's the matter? This all can't be all because of Lance."

"No it's not, now let me out vampire freak!" snapped Kitty who tried to walk past Rogue, but Rogue took a firm grip on her wrists.

"Kitty tell me what's wrong," Rogue cried.

"I don't have to tell you anything," shouted Kitty as she morphed through Rogue and went running down the hall.

Rogue had to push herself against the wall for support and she felt her eyes sting, threatening to tear up. Something wasn't right with Kitty, she was different, and Rogue couldn't quite understand why. All Rogue knew was that she was loosing her good friend and there was nothing she could do about it.