The room was pleasantly quiet, with only Rogue present. She was sat on her bed, cross-legged, with her Romeo and Juliet script open in her lap. Her roommates were off doing their own thing, probably in the recreation room with other students. Under the warm light of her bedside lamp, Rogue proceeded to mark out some potential quotes using her pencil, which then resumed its rhythmical tapping on the edge of the book. Exhaling a quiet sigh, Rogue glanced over to the nearby window, the curtains still open to reveal the darkening outdoors. Looking back round to her clock, she noted it was wearing on into the evening. She had been sat here for a few hours on and off, and the most she'd got done was an opening paragraph.

Just then, she heard a dull sound from the corridor outside, followed by a incoherent mutter. Welcoming a distraction in any form, Rogue pushed her book aside and got to her feet, making her way to the bedroom door. Pulling it open a few inches, she peered out to see Scott a short distance down the corridor, crouched on the floor as he began hurriedly picking up books from the floor which he appeared to have dropped from the many items he was carrying.

Frowning, Rogue stepped out onto the corridor, watching Scott continue to struggle before she began walking to him. "Scott?"

As his name was spoken, Scott quickly looked up, his hidden eyes meeting Rogue's concerned face as she looked down upon him. "Hey, Rogue," he said quietly, going back to gathering up the books, piling them up.

"I'll carry them for you," she offered, though didn't wait for a response as she crouched down to take some books out of his hands and onto the pile she proceeded to pick up. Scott watched her as she took the books, but eventually straightened besides her, holding the rest of the items he was carrying.

"Thanks," he eventually said, averting his gaze as he began walking on ahead down the corridor. Without a word, Rogue followed him, carefully holding onto the book she had rescued. They didn't have far to travel, for he stopped once they were a few doors down from Rogue's room, on the opposite wall however.

Awkwardly jiggling his full arms as he tried to get his key towards the lock. Foretelling another accident, Rogue stepped forward with a quiet chuckle, her open palm extending for the key. Scott glanced down at her, smiling a little as he dropped it into her hand. Tightening his hold on his belongings, Rogue proceeded to unlock the door for him, heading inside and holding it open so he could get inside easily. He made his way inside, dropping his items down on the double bed that sat against the wall.

Both of them took in the room they had just entered, which had, other than the double bed, several units of dark wood furniture, an en-suite leading off the far wall and a large window looking out over the grounds at the front of the mansion.

Setting Scott's books on the nearby desk, Rogue spoke, "So, is this your new room?"

"Yeah," Scott answered, sitting himself down on the edge of the bed with a sigh. "Jean's working on the X-Jet with Beast, so I figured I'd go and get as much stuff as I could whilst she wasn't in our room." He rubbed his forehead with his fingers as though trying to soothe a headache. "Her room," he added softly.

Rogue glanced down at her feet in a bid to avert her eyes. Feeling a little awkward, she began making her way towards his bedroom to exit.

"How's your essay coming on?" he asked as he saw her heading for the door.

Pausing, Rogue turned round to face him, shrugging her shoulders. "I've only got a paragraph done. I'll probably try and do some more before I go to bed."

Watching her for a moment, Scott remained quiet before he leant forward and indicated with a hand to his bedroom door. "Why don't you go and grab it? Let's have a look through what you've done today."

A smile made it's way onto Rogue's face as she regarded the man, eventually nodding her head. "All right, hold on." Rogue left Scott's room, only having to venture a short way to hers where she grabbed the collection of textbooks, worksheets and stationary from her bed and returned to Scott.

During her departure, Scott had attempted to put some items away to leave the desk clear for Rogue. When she returned, he indicated the desk with a gesture of his hand. Grinning, Rogue dropped down her belongings and seated herself at the desk. "Ok, so I got the opening paragraph done," Rogue said again, tapping her pencil against her book anxiously. Scott walked up behind her seated form, then leaning over the back of Rogue's seated form as he studied the work she had spread out.

Rogue felt the back of her neck prickle at the close contact as Scott's chest hovered over her upper back. Always one to be exceptionally aware of touch, the proximity of their bodies was easily picked up upon as Rogue drifted out of listening to what he was saying to enjoy the sensation of the almost-touch.

".. and going back to using the quote at the bottom of page 24 instead."

Rogue immediately tensed up as she heard his voice eventually hone in on her. "Oh, yes!" she quickly said, faking understanding.

But Scott glanced down at her, and Rogue felt her cheeks flush a little. "You didn't catch a word I just said did you?" he asked her with a knowing smirk creeping across his lips.

Rogue only felt increasingly awkward as she murmured a faint, "Somethin' 'bout page 24.."

"Look, Rogue, it's almost half past eight." Scott murmured, glancing at his wristwatch. "Maybe you've done enough for today, hm? If you're losing concentration it's better to pack up than ruin the hard work you've done so far."

"I agree, sir," Rogue said hurriedly, wishing her cheeks would stop burning.

Scott watched her a moment longer before he glanced out over the desk, "Here, use that page when you pick up on it tomorrow" he began, reaching over to pull the book closer to him, the action causing the slack material at the chest of his shirt to ever so lightly brush against Rogue's exposed nape. Overly sensitive to the faintest contact, the touch shot through the Rogue like an electrical spark, even causing her to make a little gasp of uncertainty. Scott pulled back at the gasp, frowning as he watched her. "Rogue? Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," she answered with a smile, proceeding to gather to her books rather hurriedly. "You're right, Mr Summers, I should stop for tonight." She stood up so fast that Scott didn't have time to pull his hands from the back of the chair and the desk and Rogue found herself face to face with Scott in what felt very much like an embrace. This time, both of them looked thrown, their expressions turning to awkwardness, to each muttering apologies. Scott politely moved out of her way to let her pass, and in a few seconds he was left alone in his bedroom, Rogue out of sight.

His instant though was confusion, and worry that he somehow upset the woman.

Woman? No, she was a girl. A student.

Rogue.

And so it begins! Please review!