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The room was dark, save for the bright computer screen, and the dim light from the hall. Cold fingers typed rather rapidly that morning in the Institute library. Kitty Pryde hunched over her laptop in dire concentration, attempting to finish her lab report for her Geology class. A noise in the outside hall made her flinch, but she assumed I was only Kurt making his way to the bathroom. She glanced at the clock on her computer. 3:30 A.M. She yawned, but shook it off and continued her work.
If she weren't so wrapped up in her work, the young mutant would have noticed the growing shadow of Logan cast upon the bookshelf in front of her. Kitty typed on, squinting her eyes in pain from the luminous computer light in her face.
"What are ya doin' up, half-pint?" Logan snarled.
Kitty jumped in her chair and spun around. She looked apologetically up at Logan but said nothing.
Logan grunted and pursued, "You were out with rock tumbler again, weren't you?" Kitty watched as his eyes narrowed.
Kitty bit her lower lip and felt her stomach muscles tighten. Looking at the floor, she let out a quiet sigh and then looked up again at the humungous mutant called Wolverine. She couldn't tell him the truth.
"Like, I just had to revise my report. I have to keep up my grade, ya know?" She carefully avoided Logan's question. She bit her lower lip again, hoping Logan would accept her answer. Logan simply glared back at her.
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That day at Bayville High:
"Just a little more to the left. No wait, right. Oh no he's moving again!" Kurt mumbled to himself as his hands followed Scott Summers around with a spoonful of green gelatin from a nearby table. Kurt Scott arose from his crowded lunch table and made his way towards the garbage can just off to the left of Kurt.
Kurt held on to the base of the spoon tightly with his left hand and hooked one right finger over the top. He bent it back and aimed directly at Scott's face. He squinted one eye and mentally counted down. 3.2. "Hey, Kurt, like, what's up?" Kitty put her hand on Kurt's shoulder from behind.
The spoon of gelatin flew up in the air a ways, and then fell back down on Kurt's lap. "Kitty! Oh, come on! You just ruined da perfect attack of da green kind!"
Kitty giggled. "I'm so sorry, Kurt! Like I didn't mean to scare you."
The spoon-size green slop and spoon would have been enough, but the alarmed blue mutant slammed his arms down in frustration on the cafeteria table, causing his own tray to flip once, spewing his mashed potatoes, corn and what smelt like sour milk on his lap.
"Ughh, Kitty!" Kurt shot up from the table and used his napkin to get what he could off of his pants. The potent smell found his nose and confirmed that the milk was indeed sour.
"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" Kitty stammered, trying to hold back a laugh. She quickly changed her disposition when Kurt tried to get up and leave.
"No, Kurt, please, I need to talk to you. Just wait for like a sec, ok?"
Kurt sighed but decided it wasn't worth it to ignore Kitty. He quite admired her, because she always seemed to understand him, even if Kurt did get a little annoying. "Fine. But you owe me a new pair of pants! Ugh.anyways, what's up?"
Kitty took a deep breath and looked at her friend. "I'm in trouble, Kurt. Logan knows."
Kitty looked down at the cement floor and waited for Kurt's response. He was watching his prey walk across the courtyard. He located his weapon and scooped up some mashed potatoes that had landed on the bench.
"Kurt? Did you hear me?" Kitty looked desperately into her friend's face.
Kurt nodded. "What exactly does he know?"
"Kurt! You are not listening." She grabbed a hold of the spoon and forced it out of Kurt's hand. After setting it down, she shakily said, "Logan knows about us."
