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Chapter 5

"Look into the mirror Rogue!" Kitty demanded.

"No," Rogue protested, her eyes clamped shut.

It had been a really long night, but not in a way Rogue had expected. She was almost certain she wouldn't have fun and at first she wasn't. But then things changed when Kitty accidentally phased though the door, completely forgetting about her guest. Kitty figured that this would be it; Rogue would be terrified then run to school Monday and tell everyone. But to Kitty's surprise Rogue revealed the truth about her powers and promised to not tell anyone about the whole phasing thing. After that the two girls had spent all night talking about their powers and how they affected their home life. Kitty no longer thought of Rogue as a freak and understood why she had to clad herself from head to foot in dark clothes, whereas Rogue found out Kitty's life wasn't exactly perfect and was able to relate.

The shopping trip the next day had not been quiet as fun, but after Kitty got Rogue to loosen up the girl actually laughed once or twice. Kitty was very aware that their styles were totally different from one another and worked hard at leaning more toward Rogue's love of dark colors while at the same time breaking her out of her shell. At the end of the day Kitty had a very cute pink and yellow dress while Rogue had a pair of black jeans, a bright green tank top, and a long brown coat.

The outfit wasn't the reason Rogue wouldn't look at herself, it was because Kitty had done her hair and makeup, which really scared her. She feared she'd open her eyes and see bright pink eye shadow and lip-gloss while her hair would be in big ponytails or something.

"Dammit Rogue we have to go in like five minutes. Just open your eyes and if you don't like it I'll redo everything."

Reluctantly Rogue opened her eyes and couldn't hide her smile. Her eyes were a smokey brown highlighted with black and gold eye shadow, while her lips were painted a maroon color and her cheeks had the faintest bit of blush. Her hair was still hanging loose but Kitty had managed to curl it in long California style way. It was new, but not so new that Rogue was a completely different person, she was still her goth self only not to the extreme.

"Thanks Kit," said Rogue turning to her new best friend. She gave Kitty one good look up and down. She had her long hair just hanging loose around her shoulders and she had actually applied a little eye liner, but what looked best was her dress. It wrapped around her petite form perfectly and showed just enough leg and cleavage.

"Well then I guess we're like both ready," Kitty replied returning Rogue's smile before she heard the sound of Lance's obnoxious car horn. "Common, let's go, we can't like leave his majesty waiting."

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The party was going great thought Scott. The latest Justin Timberlake hit was blasting through a set of big speakers, there was a good stock of alcohol, and he had a lovely Jean Grey on his arm.

She had called him earlier that day and asked if he would go with her, of course he said yes and waited anxiously all day till it was time to pick her up. He worried that she would still be upset over the whole cheerleading thing, but she certainly didn't sound like it from the hello he received. After he had knocked on her door she was there immediately and Scott's jaw had fallen to the floor when he saw her in a mini skirt, then he just looked like a plain dork as she leaned up and planted a light kiss on his lips.

It wasn't until they we're standing around watching the others dance that he was able to speak. "Would you like to dance?" he whispered seductively into her ear. It was time for him to show her just how charming he could really be.

She nodded and smiled. Tonight she wanted to forget about everything, she hadn't partied in ages and now here she was with the second hottest guy at Bayville High about to thrust her hips against his for two hours. She had been telling herself all day that she was still prettier, smarter, and certainly more popular then that little Rogue girl. But as she lead Scott into the dead center of all the dancers and brought his hips to her ass she lost all conscious thought.

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Amanda smiled when she saw Jean and Scott dirty dancing like there was no tomorrow. But it faded when she became very aware that she and Kurt were dancing very modestly and didn't know if she wanted to make a move on him or not. She really liked him and was thrilled he had agreed to come to the party with her but he seemed just about as nervous as she was.

She looked at him a moment, a smile on her face, as he spun her around and brought her a little closer to him. At least he was willing to make the first move; the question was if she was ready to make the next one. She swallowed hard before she took her eyes off Kurt to watch the other dancers.

Her heart sank when she saw a very handsome Remy in a pair of black pants and a white t-shirt with a very sleezy Tabitha hanging all over him. Amanda, along with countless others, had experienced first hand his flirtatious behavior but hadn't believed he was willing to do anything serious. Well, from the way his hands were up Tabitha's shirt and his lips were on her neck it seemed like he was just another player. Poor Rogue, Amanda thought sadly to herself, she had so desperately wanted to see the two of them hook up.

"Vat's vrong Amanda?" asked Kurt when he noticed her distant stare.

"It's nothing Kurt," Amanda replied a small smile caressing her lips. "I was just thinking about how this is the greatest night of my life."

Kurt smiled nervously as he scrambled for the right words to say. "It's vine too Amanda, I don't think I've ever had more fun."

Amanda's smile widened and she took another step closer to Kurt, his hands wrapping around her waist. They didn't need to speak; they just starred into each others eyes. Each was able to read the other very clearly and it made them happier then they had ever been. Except Kurt had one thought rolling through the back of his head ruining his fun, he wondered how he could tell her about his mutation. After all Amanda wouldn't dance with a blue feline if he didn't have on an image inducer. But for that moment and the rest of the evening Kurt just allowed himself to let go and relax, after all, it had been a long week.

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When Remy brought his lips from Tabitha's neck he had to fake a smile. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't get into the girl. She was slender, blonde, willing, and somewhat hot, most guys would be happy to be in his spot, but instead he was miserable. He wanted so badly to look into a pair of sparkling green eyes and shrugged away from the big brown ones he found instead.

"Sorry Tabitha," he said pulling away from her, "guess I'm jus not in the mood."

Her eyes revealed she was angry but she gave him a small smile and said, "Well if you get in the mood later find me sexy boy, it shouldn't be hard," before she walked off to find another dance partner.

Remy ran his hand through his hair before he pulled out of the crowd of dancing people and headed for the door. His night was shot; it would just be like the previous night where he'd lay awake till dawn thinking about Rogue.

But before he could open the door it was flung open by a very happy Kitty pulling a nervous Rogue by the arm came running in. Remy caught his breath when he saw her, she looked beautiful.

"Oh my god Remy," cried Kitty happily, "now that we've found you we can like dance as a group!"

"Geeze Kitty," said Lance emerging from the doorway, "give us all a minute to breathe."

"Fine then," Kitty stated as she let go of Rogue's arm and turned towards Lance, her hands on her hips. "I guess I just need to like find someone else to dance with."

Lance made a face of mock anger as he wrapped his big hands around her little waist and began moving her toward the group of dancers. "Common Pretty Kitty you know you couldn't stand anyone's hands all over you but mine."

The last thing Remy heard before they were out of ear shot was Kitty saying, "Your like totally right Lance."

Remy curved his lips into a smirk as he turned his attention back to Rogue. She was standing only a few feet in front of him looking at the crowd before her. Though he enjoyed seeing her sparkling emerald eyes widen he knew she was very nervous.

"Dancing not your ding cherie?" Remy asked.

She shot her eyes to him and gave him a cold glare, "What do ya think swamp rat?" she hissed.

"Common beau, dance wit Remy jus once, a slow song, den he be sure to leave you alone de rest of the evening."

She threw her arms up before letting them rest on her lovely hips. "Ya never give up do ya!" she snarled. "Fahne ya damn Cajun, under two conditions."

"Name dem," Remy stated his stomach still coming back from the major drop it took when she had said yes. He didn't believe he'd see her at all that night, let alone get to dance with her.

"One, ya keep your filthy hands off meh skin, an two, we go somewhere with less people.

Remy smirked, it was just like her to tell him to keep his hands off her, when she knew very well he couldn't, but the second part shocked him in a good way. He was completely willing to be alone with her, in fact it sounded better than being around a bunch of people, she always seemed to let some of her barrier's fall when no one was around.

"Sounds good to me cherie, dere a patio jus over dat way, common," he took her hand gently into his and lead her outside where a bright full moon welcomed them.

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Scott still had his hands wrapped around Jean's waist as she chugged down a third beer. He wouldn't drink but he didn't care if she did. Scott might've been the good boy, who liked Jean for all the right reasons, but when there was a beautiful girl who was somewhat tipsy hanging all over him his hormones got the better of him.

After he watched Jean throw the empty cup to the ground he let his hand slide up the side of her shirt carefully, watching her reaction. She simply giggled and leaned back into him, not only was she smart and beautiful but she was into what he wanted. His hands went back own to her hips where he spun her around and kissed her. She was laughing against his lips but soon she returned his kiss and let her tongue slip into his mouth.

Just let go Jean, her mind kept on telling her, this is your night to let go. But first she wanted to make sure she looked good.

"Scott," she whispered lightly puling away from him, "just give me a moment and I'll be right back. Why don't you go see if there's a room available."

Scott smiled and couldn't hide back his excitement, "Anything for you Jean."

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Rogue suddenly felt more nervous than she had in the room full of people. She was outside, the moon being the only source of light, with the hottest buy at Bayville High. It hit her hard and she felt like her knees were about to give in.

Once again she wasn't sure why she had said yes, her mouth had become accustomed to that word. Whether it was for the better or worse Rogue was not sure. She didn't like the cheerleading thing one bit and blamed it on Mystique for training her so well. Now she was stuck alone with a guy, who she was sure hated, and was about to dance with him.

For a few moments they stood in silence, Remy leaning against the wall, Rogue looking up to the sky. He was watching her and she could feel her cheeks burn as he looked her up and down. The song The Way I Are was coming to an end and the beginning of Fergie's Big Girls Don't Cry began.

Rogue swallowed hard as she looked over to Remy and could no longer avoid him. He took a few steps toward her and extended his hand. For a moment Rogue couldn't move, but she finally put her own into his as he pulled her close to him. Not extremely close to Rogue's relief as her own hands made their way around his neck. Once again she could feel his body heat under her gloves and it made her take in a sharp breath.

"You o.k cherie," Remy asked, his expression unreadable.

"Ah'm fine swamp rat," Rogue tried to snap back but found it came out as a whisper.

Remy smirked as his grip around her hips tightened and he pulled her into him till her body was completely leaning against his. "So you don mind if I do dis?" he asked very teasingly with a tone that made Rogue's whole face blush.

Move away now, her mind screamed, dammit Rogue you wanna get the only boy you've ever had a crush on hurt. What? She questioned herself. I do not like him, do I, no it's impossible. The guy is just a player looking for a fuck, but god he's just so handsome, so warm, and so unafraid.

Rogue tried to make a crude comment but her lips wouldn't move as she looked up at him. She didn't like his glasses, she wanted them off. At first he wouldn't let her, she tried to pull them from his face but he put his hands in her own and indicated that it wouldn't be a good idea.

"Why?" Rogue asked stubbornly. When he didn't reply she continued, "Listen Cajun if ya want this dance to continue then you gotta take off the glasses."

Remy froze, there was no way in hell he wanted the dance to end, he was finally able to look into the emerald eyes of the girl he had been wanting all week, what she was asking was only fair. He sighed before saying, "Alright cherie, but it ain't gonna be pretty."

With that Remy let Rogue slip his glasses off his face and she looked up into the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. The fact that she let his glasses fall to the ground gave him the impression she was afraid, but when he tried to pull away her hands went back to his neck and she looked right into his eyes, her own sparkling in amazement.

"Ya right swamp rat, they ain't pretty, there beautiful," she whispered.

He took in a deep breath before he let his hands settle back to her waist. No other girl had thought of them that way, so many times he had to tell girls they were just contacts. But not Rogue, she was just too amazing.

The song finally came to and end but Rogue and Remy continued to stand looking deeply into each others eyes. Both of them had their own reasons as to why they needed to back away and end this now, but neither could bring themselves to do it.

"Rogue…" Remy whispered as he leaned his head down till it was inches from hers, "I dink you gone an pulled all de right strings in dis Cajun's heart. I'm absolutely enthralled with you Rogue. I could look into those emerald eyes all night," he paused and brushed back a piece of her hair, this time she did not pull away so he continued. "Jus tell me what I have to do to make you happy."

Well to start off get away form me, Rogue's mind wanted her to shout into his face, but she couldn't do it. Instead her eyes glazed with tears and she rested her gloved hand on his cheek. She wanted to kiss him; she was tempted to the point where she didn't give a damn about her powers, she needed him.

"Oh lord," Rogue replied, "Remy all ah need is for you to hold meh."

Remy smiled genuinely but never got to reply or move because a second later both jumped as the patio door flew open and out walked a tipsy Jean Grey.