On My Way
Chapter Three: A Turn From the Norm
Logan came back inside at eleven. He walked down the dark and quite main hall and ducked into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and sniffed at some lunch meat.
"You missed dinner," Scott said quietly from the kitchen door. Logan dropped the lunch meat back in the spot it came from and eyed the young man.
"I like to eat alone."
"Here at the institute we eat as a family, because that's what we are: a family."
"Not my family," Logan grumbled and stuck his head back in the fridge.
"And we never will be if you don't start trying to be part of it," Scott said as he walked to the counter and sat down, "I know from experience that it is hard to adjust to being away from what you know as home. I know it's hard to try and adjust to living at a school, but the people are nice here and the Professor really wants to help you."
"I don't need help," Loan said and started to make a sandwich, "I was self-sufficient on my own."
"Then why are you here?"
"The reason I'm here is my own dam business. It's between Chuck and me," Logan pointed his butter knife at Scott, "And I don't do the whole family night bullshit. I was treated like an adult when I was on my own and I'm not gon'na let anybody fucking treat me like a kid now that I'm here."
Scott shrugged and stood up, "Sooner or later you'll find that you actually have to follow guidelines here. Till then I see that I'll have to ride your ass about it." Scott turned to walk out.
Logan snorted, "I'm the one that's going to be riding your ass Slim."
"Excuse me?"
"You are excused," Logan said around his sandwich. Scott shook his head and went up stairs. Logan put down his food and looked around the empty room. Home. That left a cheesy taste in his mouth. He wasn't really very hungry anymore but he ate his sandwich anyway. He could still smell the scent of Scott's shampoo in the kitchen. Things weren't going well between them. Scott was hot, but incredibly strait laced. He'd have to fix that if he was going to have any fun around this place. He'd get a fresh start in the morning. He went to his room and kicked off his boots. He yawned and flopped on the bed and closed his eyes.
Before he knew it there was a knock on his door and Logan opened his eyes to see light streaming into his room from the window.
"Logan, you've got your grade placement test in ten," Scott said through the door. Logan jumped out of bed and pulled off his shirt.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be dressed in a second."
"We need to go now," Scott said his voice raised in annoyance.
"Ok, Ok," Logan said and opened the door he held a fresh shirt in his hand and scratched his bare chest.
"Oh," Scott said letting his eyes roam over Logan's upper body. Suddenly his mouth was very dry, and his pants were feeling a little too tight. Logan saw the look on Scott's face and smirked and pulled on his shirt.
"Let's go Slim." They walked down the stairs and Scott showed Logan to the classroom he'd be taking his placement exam in. Scott watched Logan walk in and sit down in front of Hank. He tried to push the image of Logan's muscular chest out of his mind. He was dating Jean. He loved Jean – didn't he?