I'm so Lonely
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"Wat time is it JeanLuc?" Gambit asked.
"Remy she only been at school fer an hour." JeanLuc told him rolling his eyes. Gambit slumped on the couch feeling utterly lonely. Where was his Roguey? Well yeah he knew she was at school and he had no problem with her getting an education, but that did mean he was all alone at the house.
All alone with his family that is and that was a rather depressing thought so he decided maybe he wanted to go to college too.
"Hey JeanLuc are ya still sleepin wit tat Veronica woman?"
"Te lady tat works at te university?" JeanLuc asked giving his son a suspicious look.
"Rogue's not going ta be te only one ta go ta school."
"Remy, I aint sleepin wit 'er ta get ya inta school."
"Why not, can't do it anymore?"
Glaring at him glaringly, "No! I broke it off wit Veronica a while ago. She aint gonna take me back."
"No one says she has ta. Jus keep 'er company for a little while so I can get inta one of they culinary programs, oh and inta Rogue's English class."
"Hmm I'll see wat I can do." JeanLuc said returning to his paper.
English 101
The class had five rows of chairs four seats back. Rogue took a seat at the desk closest to the entry way before unloading her pen and paper from her backpack. Glancing at the clock she realized that class technically should have started five minutes ago, but the teacher had yet to arrive along with most of the students.
Waiting patiently for the rest of the class to fill in; a tall, slightly muscular, guy with black hair, and green eyes in a football jacket sat beside her.
"Hello my name's Chris."
"Hi, my names Rogue."
"Rogue's a pretty name."
"Do ya know when our teachers' gonna get here?" Rogue asked changing the topic.
"I hope not for a long time." He smiled at her. Rogue tried in vain to not roll her eyes when the teacher strode in.
"Hello my name is Alejandro Martinez, I am your English 101 teacher."
Mr. Martinez was a very handsome Latin-American man. He had grey eyes and silky brown hair that just hung off his shoulders. He too was fairly tall with a nice mustache and a tan that didn't exactly make him look Caucasian or Mexican, but was just right for him.
To Rogue he was kind of handsome, if by handsome you mean the Gaston type who spend more time staring at their selves in the mirror than at other people, suspicions aside she was more than ready for class to start.
"Ok," Martinez started, "I want to talk to you about your end of term projects first. Each of you is to write a collection of works. Either poems, epics, novellas, novels, etc. Turn it in to me and the one who does the best wins a reward and might be able to get published by a good friend of mine Sarah Hale.
Today however you will work on writing a paper based off of one of the prompts listed on the board. Begin."
Rogue looked over the prompts written on the bored. Most did not reach her fancy. He had written on the bored questions that teachers normally asked students to write about on the first day of school. Everything from how was your summer to what was your childhood like was written on two in a half out of the three chalkboards, but the last few prompts seemed interesting.
The thirteenth prompt asked you to list your favorite word and why also asking if you use the word a lot or does it identify with someone. She mused 'swamprat' over in her head as she went to the next one.
Prompt fourteen asked if you were to die and were reincarnated into an animal (human excluded) which would you be? And lastly the fifteenth one asked to describe the meaning of a word or phrase that technically can't be defined and give your definition for it.
Rogue decided to go with the last prompt about writing about love. In truth as a little girl she thought love was never ending happiness with days filled with blowing dandelion seeds over fences and foot popping kisses. As a teenager she thought love was one of two things, family love and pretty love meaning pretty people date other pretty people and everyone else was lonely. Now however with being with Gambit all the time the definition of love wasn't so black and white.
She cares about his wellbeing like he does hers. She misses him when he's away( like now), she can see herself with him till she gets old provided she doesn't kill him first, but at the same time he can be such an asshole. Some days he honestly leaves her questioning why she is with him. So what is love besides what they portray in romance movies and Shakespeare plays?
Thinking love is something like a double edged sword or a two headed snake she felt a tap on her shoulder.
Chris pulled his hand back seeing he got her attention, "So Rogue got any plans for later today?"
Rogue wanted to leer or hurt him, instead opting for silence she turned back to her work.
Two minutes later she received another tap on her shoulder, "Why are you being so cold Rogue? You don't even know me?"
"Cant ya see I'm tryin ta work here?" she asked without looking at him.
"It's not due at the end of the bell. Come on it's our first day. Relax a little."
"How bout I relax my fist in yer face?" she asked still not looking at him.
"No thanks, but you could relax your fist elsewhere."
Picking up what he actually meant she raised her pen violently and glared at him.
"Wat do ya want?"
"See now we're talking. I just wanted to see if you wanted to get some grub later today after class."
"Wit you?"
"That's the point."
"No."
"Oh come on. It won't be long. Just a little snack then."
"No."
"I'll buy."
"No."
"Are you going to keep saying no?"
"Yes."
"Ha you said yes!"
"Only to your last question now leave me lone before ya regret it!"
"I like feisty girls."
"Trust me when I say I'm, more than ya can handle."
"Don't worry I like a good challenge."
"The answer is still no."
"And there is still a tomorrow." He grinned at her before the room once again fell silent. Praying class was over she saw that she still had a quarter of an hour left. Sighing she continued writing. Her response easily went from 460 words to well over a thousand by the time the bell sounded.
Rogue mentally sent a silent thank you to whoever was responsible for the class ending before slowly packing up her supplies. She hoped that Chris would have left by now, but he sat starring at her. Damn.
When she was finally done packing Mr. Martinez came over to her.
"I hope that you enjoyed your first day ..."
"Rogue."
"Yes I do hope you enjoyed your first day Rogue." He said taking her gloved hand and kissing it before glaring at Chris and disappearing into the hallway.
Rogue didn't understand why she was so popular all of a sudden here. Maybe there was something in the water?
LUNCH
Rogue went into the cafeteria for lunch before heading home. She picked up a salad and looked at the tables. Most were full, but some were empty. And weaved in with the empty table were a few kids who sat alone. Rogue noticed more than a few guys eyeing her up and down and people willing to welcome her to the tables, but she decided to sit at one of the 'loner' tables with a girl she recognized from English class.
Rogue across the table from the Asian girl she recognized. The girl gave her a weak smile as she ate her curly fries before sipping her lemonade. They had sat quietly for over five minutes. Rogue noticed the girl fidgeted with her hands far too much and seemed to be quite uncomfortable. Apparently she was never the popular girl at her old school.
"Hey, my name's Rogue."
"My name is Sakura."
"That's a pretty name."
"Thanks …"
They talked a little before Martinez came over.
"How is your day going so far?" he said directly to Rogue.
"Our day is going fine."
"Our?"
"Sakura an I ."
"Oh hello Sakura. Anyway Rogue I just came to ask you if you needed lunch, it would be very ungentlemanly like if I didn't buy a pretty lady something to eat."
Right when Rogue was about to say something Chris came by with two pieces of pizza, "Hey Rogue I bought you lunch just like I said I would … and what are you doing here!" he said glaring at Mr. Martinez.
"I am here to keep the girls company my young and talented pupil." Martinez told him.
"Yeah, whatever. So Rogue how about we ditch the teach and eat outside?"
"Sorry, I'm already eatin wit somebody."
"So you want to eat with him!" Chris nearly yelled.
"I meant wit Sakura"' rogue said pointing to the silent girl at the table. Both guys seem to look at her like it was their first time seeing her.
"See you later Rogue … bye." Sakura said leaving.
Rogue glared at the two before grabbing her backpack and going outside. She went outside the campus and headed for the street. Today she felt like walking home to escape those two idiots.
However speaking of the devil, "Wait Rogue, let me apologize for my behavior today." Mr. Martinez said.
"I don thank so. Leave me be please." Rogue told him stomping faster away.
He was still following her. Rogue of course walked them in circles. The last thing she needed was an admirer following her home. Also she was starting to get cold. Remy did tell her to wear a jacket today. Sighing she felt goose bumps rise on her arms.
"Here," Martinez said handing her his jacket, "My Latin blood doesn't allow me to freeze."
"No thanks, hey wat's tat?" she pointed and he looked. Naturally she ran like a bat out of hell away from him and returned home.
English 101
Day 2
English 101
"It's time for you to turn in your assignments. I can't wait to read every … single … last one of them." He ended directing his attention to Rogue.
"Don't worry about that perv Rogue, I bet you prefer fresh meat." Chris told her placing an arm around her. Rogue was about to smack it away when she heard Chris scream and release her arm.
"Scuse me, comin through."
Rogue looked up in complete and utter shock that her boyfriend was here. She was sure her jaw was resting against the table.
"You better not had broken my arm! I'm here for a football scholarship jerk!" Chris yelled at him.
"Don't every team need a watah boy?" Gambit asked him before sitting behind Rogue.
"Wat are ya doin here?" she asked him.
"Enjoyin te view." Remy smiled at her.
"Ya know wat I meant!" she hissed.
"Lookin out fer ya. Same as always." Remy said reclining back in his chair.
"So we have a new student?" Martinez asked acknowledging him.
"My names Remy."
"Remy hmm, well it's a little crowded where you are sitting. Maybe you would like to move?"
"No I'm fine right here."
"It was not a suggestion."
"I said I like it right here."
Martinez was NOT happy that every mildly attractive guy was sitting next to his Rogue. Martinez was the kind of man that didn't crush hard at all. In fact he was more of a collector in his own way. His 'collection' was the woman he had slept with. He had been with every woman in every color, size, shape, or form (no he doesn't have STD's), but he had never seen anything like Rogue. He could tell that there was something … peculiar about her. He would add her to his collection. He was not one to lose.
After Class
"How did ya get in my class!"
"Don worry bout it. Now we can spend even more time tagether!"
"Tat sounds like fun."
"I know it does."
"I was being sarcastic!"
"Roguey why are ya so mad?"
"I had ta threaten them ta send me here, an you jus up an waltz in ta class. Ya haven't even had proper schoolin yet!"
"I jus know how to negotiate better than you do."
"Define negotiate."
"Ya aint gonna like it."
"Jus tell me already!" she yelled at him as JeanLuc came out of the vice principal's office looking a little disheveled retying his tie around his neck. He nodded at them as he went by.
"Ya got ya daddy sleepin wit te vice principle!"
"He owed me a favor anyway." Gambit told her.
"I hate ya."
"So ya told me."
HOME
The couple came home to the smell of apple nut rum cake (which is very very delicious!) and grilled lobster.
"Smells like JeanLuc's on te grill outback." Remy said as he went around back to see his father grilling shirtless.
"JeanLuc ya need mo butter on 'em."
"No I don."
"Yes ya do."
"Who taught whom how ta cook?" JeanLuc glared at him.
"Ya tought me how ta cook a few thangs, but I'm te chef round here."
"No ya aint."
"Yes I am."
"Remy stop teasin ya daddy." Rogue told him.
"So how was school taday?" JeanLuc asked Remy.
"It was ok." Remy started depressed sounding.
"He's jus upset tat I have admirers."
"Oh is he now? I didn't know you were the jealous type Remy." He laughed.
"Shouldn't I be?" Remy retorted.
"I guess he jus upset cause he's usually te one wit admirers." Rogue laughed at him.
Unbeknownst to them, they weren't the only ones in the backyard …
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