The story continues.

And once again I thank my reviewers! I'm glad my funky Remy accent is acceptable to you DestinyIntertwined! ^_^

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Morgan POV

Remy kept true to his promise. I did see him a lot over the summer. I was not, however, able to talk to him. Every time I saw him Tante Cecil would show up, causing him to make himself scarce at that moment. The rest of the summer passed without incident and I started my Junior year of high school.

I walked out of the school building with Amy, grumbling about how much physics homework we had gotten that day.

"I can't believe that man!" Amy seethed "He shouldn't be giving us work on things we don't understand!"

I laughed silently, not pointing out that she had fallen asleep during the class.

I stopped short when I saw him leaning against a black sports car. He was wearing faded blue jeans, a dark purple button-down shirt, just tight enough to show off his muscles, and his signature hat pulled over his eyes. "Oh yea," I thought to myself, "He is so trying to impress me." I smirked at that thought just before scolding myself. He has countless women chasing after him, why would he want to impress me?

"I'll see you tomorrow Amy," I said over my shoulder, making my way over to him.

"Hello Remy. What brings you here this fine September afternoon?" I asked with a smirk.

"Well," he said, a smile playing on his lips, "I was around de neighborhood and decided to say hello. Plus I knew you didn't have a ride home since your car is in de shop."

I wondered how he knew that but I kept it to myself, knowing he probably wouldn't give me a straight answer.

He opened the car door for me, letting me get settled in, before closing it and walking around to the driver's side and getting in.

"I haven't been able to talk to ya in a while Chere. Have you been avoidin me? I must say, I'm hurt," He joked.

I smiled and rolled my eyes. "Where to petite?" he asked.

"Home I guess." I replied. We rode to my house in silence, each of us occupied with our own thoughts. I kept stealing glances at his face, wondering why he was here. There were so many things I wanted to ask him but I was scared.

Remy POV

I was finally able to figure out a way to talk to her without Cecil around. I knew something was bothering Morgan but she wasn't saying anything. I had made up my mind earlier that day to tell her the truth. To tell her I was a thief.

I don't know why I sought her approval. Most of my life I had been a loner, only having a few acquaintances and maybe a couple of friends. I knew she trusted me now because I saved her life but I didn't want to hide anything from her.

I pulled into her driveway and watched her as she climbed out of the car. I quickly followed, taking her book bag from her. She motioned for me to follow her inside the house before going into the kitchen. I sat down on the couch waiting for her to return.

"Remy," she said as she walked back into the room, sitting down on the couch next to me. "I need to ask you something. It's been botherin me lately and…"

I cut her off saying, "You can ask me anything you want Chere."

She nodded and took a deep breath. Looking away from me she asked, "That night, when you saved me in the alley, how did you know where I live? And how did you know where I went to school? How? Why?"

She looked so flustered. Now was the perfect time to tell her. Taking her small hands in mine, I looked her straight in the eye and said, "Chere, I am a thief."

She looked at me in disbelief before giving a very unladylike snort. "Yea right," she said, shaking her head. But as soon as she started thinking about it, the more she was able to put all the pieces together.

"I'm not lyin to ya Chere. I am a thief. I always have been my whole life. I was raised by the leader of de Thief Guild here in New Orleans. Dat's how I knew where you lived and where you go ta school. I know it's hard ta believe but dat's da truth. I swear to you."

I watched her closely, waiting for her reaction. Multiple emotions flew across her face. "Why?" she finally asked.

"It's de only thing I've ever known. I want you ta know that I am not using you. I do not want to cause you any harm Chere."

Morgan POV

I didn't know how to take Remy's revelation. It made sense. That's how he can be so quiet and sneaky. That's how he can find information about people. Not only is he a thief, but he's a thief for the Thieves Guild, something that I thought was a myth. I didn't want to believe it but there was no denying it. I saw the look in his eyes when he told me. He needed my trust and for some reason, no matter how unwise it seemed, I trusted him.

I leaned over and laid my head on his shoulder. "Tell me about your life."

I know I know. SUPER short chapter but it was one that needed to be done. I promise things will pick up. Consider this the calm before the storm. Reviews and constructive criticism welcome!