Claimed.

Dazed.

"Hello Rogue," a deep voice whispered in my ear.

My head shot up and whirled around to face the voice, hoping with all of my heart it was all just my imagination. It wasn't. There sitting on the floor next to the tub, chin resting on the rim, was a boy. Without thinking my arm flung out of the water, my elbow slamming into his jaw causing him to fling back. I thought I was all about to loose it then, my elbow was in such pain that I felt like I had slammed it into a brick wall. Cradling my arm to my chest I tried my best to sooth the pain. The last thing I really needed was to wake Cassie.

He popped back up quickly and sighed long-sufferingly," Rogue, please calm down."

"I will Not calm down, you sick freak," I growled," What the fuck are you doing in my bathroom in the girl's dorm? And who the hell is Rogue?"

He smirked, leaning forward, forcing me to sink further down into the water. He had a hand on either side of the tub, trapping me while my shoulder burned even more. His fingers dipping into the water, slowly swirling around. The sound of my heart pounding filling up the room.

"I am not a freak, I'm here because I've been dying to see you again," he looked down at me through thick lashes, his green eyes glowing brightly as his breathing grew heavy, "And you're Rogue,"

I trembled from not only his proximity but his thick British accent, something about him just made me want to melt into a puddle right then and there. His face was so familiar and beautiful, the glowing green eyes, the full pink lips, sharp features and messy chocolate brown curls, but I just couldn't place him. I could barely even think straight because of the damn tattoo.

"My name isn't Rogue," I breathed shrinking further into the water. Who the hell was this guy and why did he make me feel this way? Why wasn't I kicking his ass or calling for help like I should be?

"I know that, but that's the name I chose for you remember?" he said panting slightly, realization slowly kicked in,we were both panting. Why? I have no fucking clue.

"Remember? As far as I know I've never seen, nor have I ever met you before in my life," I shook my head, gritting my teeth.

"You don't remember?" he asked slowly, his eyes tightening, "Nothing at all? You hit a guy with your shoe? Got strangled? Matthew? The ceremony? Gambit and Rogue?"

I shook my head," Sorry but no."

He looked away, scowling and swearing profusely, "That little..." he hissed under his breath before he took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, stepping back. As soon as he did I wanted to reach up and pull him back. I cursed myself for my raging hormones.

What the hell was going on with me? This guy could be a crazy serial killer that skins women to make suits. I could be turned into a fucking skin suit! Hell maybe even some weird sort of blanket.

"You may want to send your friend away or else she might be freaked out about seeing her friend naked in a bath tub while a man is watching her," he said, retreating to the end of the tub, facing me.

"No," I shook my head,glaring at him, "I'm not sending her anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on!"

"I will tell you what the hell is going on when you tell her to go away," he glared back at me, his green eyes flashing.

I didn't know what the hell was wrong with me, or why I decided to listen to this crazy man that just showed up in my bathroom but I growled at him once, and through better judgment turned around to look at the door.

"Dia? You doing okay in there?" Cassie yawned while lightly knocking on the door.

"Oh yeah, I'm doing just fine," I said, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice while I crossed my fingers under the water," Sorry for waking you. I'll be out in a minute."