Wolverine and Company ch 3
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Logan's POV
You know the saying; "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."
I always thought that was a good saying. It's part of the reason I think Chuck is a genius for being good friends with Magneto. Should we ever be in war and we're up to die against the feds, Magneto's got our back.
But as far as my own life is concerned, I planned to do just that with Vanessa but it's been extremely difficult considering we're not just enemies, we're sworn enemies.
It's been three weeks since that fateful night and since then, the two of us have been acting differently around each other.
Don't get me wrong or anything; we still hate each other. I still think she's an annoying bitch and she still thinks I'm a predominant he-male or whatever the hell it is she's always saying but there's always those brief periods of time, when nobody is around, that none of that matters. We're all over each other like fur on a rabbit.
We continued with the same ritual for the passed two weeks. Glare, argue, fight, name call, grunt, sigh and roll eyes, but once everyone got frustrated enough that they left the room, we would attack each other with kisses, touching, roaming and exploring.
Neither of us could explain it.
It's not like I liked her; nor did she like me, but something about each of us just enticed the other and so we would clash; literally.
The only difficult part was that I haven't been to home run since that first time at the professor's party and that's only because when we start getting hot and heavy enough to get there, someone interrupts, or Vanessa just decides to up and leave, for a reason I'm unsure of.
It's kind of frustrating when I think about it.
Out of all the nameless women that I've hooked up with in the past, none of them can compare to Vanessa. It must be something about her being damn near a carbon copy of myself that gives her the ability to know just what I want, and when and how I want it.
She was perfect; but I hated her.
And she hated me; and every time I got closer to that moment of euphoria, she just up and left.
I hope she never wondered why I thought she was a bitch.
But anyway today was a day like no other in the X-mansion. It was dinnertime and Ororo had everyone gathered around the table as usual which meant that I would be grouchy, which meant that I would pick fights with Vanessa, which meant that we'd be all over each other again, which mean that it would be another attempt at home run again.
I hope she followed through this time.
It was quiet around the dinner table, only the sounds of chewing, utensils clanking against plates and small talk amongst the group was emitted and I was just waiting for an opportunity to ruin it all. Sort of a hobby for me I guess; on days like today when I have nothing to do.
I glanced over at Vanessa and saw her sulking in her chair, pushing her pasta around her plate not bothering to touch it. She looked pretty out of it; I figured either I really bothered her earlier that day or it must be that "lady time" or something cause she didn't even touch her beer.
It kind of discouraged me to pester her when I saw her so out of it like now; it just made her all the more angry when I angered her and she took to stabbing me with her claws rather than kissing me.
I sighed. Great; there goes any chance of getting anything tonight.
"Vanessa are you ok?"
What? Huh? Who said that?
Oh it was just Storm; of course like Mother Nature Storm was concerned for everyone's well being. I decided to listen up just in hopes of any bit of information that might change my mind about bothering her.
She didn't hear Ro' and her question of concern for she continued to sulk in her chair, pushing the pasta (which tasted like heaven on a plate if I might add) around her plate.
"Vanessa?" Storm asked again and the curly brunette snapped her head up.
"Yeah what?" she snapped but softened when she realize it was Storm talking to her. "Oh, it's just you. Sorry Storm."
"It's alright" Ororo said. She was beginning to eye her strangely as was the rest of the table. "Vanessa are you ok?"
She sighed again still playing with her food. "Yeah" she responded. "I'm fine"
"You don't look it" Jean noted, wiping her mouth from any food remnants. "You look like something's on your mind."
"Yeah and you haven't touched your food." Scott threw in. "Usually you're an animal at the dinner table."
Vanessa glared and I couldn't help but concur. Why was Scooter such a dick?
"Yeah well what can I say?" she smiled sarcastically. "Not all of us were trained to eat like a prissy bitch."
Scott frowned, I chuckled and sipped my beer and John laughed, while the other X-juniors shook their heads. I could tell they weren't fans of the hostility between Scott Vanessa and myself.
"Alright, don't start Vanessa" Jean cautioned. "What's going on, are your dreams bothering you again?"
I watched as she fought the urge to roll her eyes and I could sense she was frustrated. I didn't blame her either.
For some reason or the other, every time Vanessa or myself walked around upset in this place, the other's concluded it was because of our "dreams" or our "past". It some how never registered to them that we don't think about those things 24 hours a day and it was possible to just be having an off day.
"No I'm just not very hungry." She confessed, finally pushing her plate away.
"But you weren't very hungry at breakfast or lunch either."
Oh what was this? An eating disorder possibly? Ha! Double points if I catch her on it and tease her about it later. I was so glad I eavesdropped.
"I know" she said, snatching the top off of her beer. She took one sip of it and frowned, swallowing hard on the liquid. "I've just been feeling……a little sick that's all"
The whole table seemed to stop and stare; including myself.
Just feeling a little sick? But….but…..that was impossible. She had a healing factor, like myself, how the hell could she be feeling sick?
I glanced over at Jean and Hank who looked the most concerned in the group, or the most ready to drag her to the med lab, strip her down and run countless tests; I couldn't decide which title fit better.
Looking over at the professor however, he looked calm as a cucumber, as if nothing had happened and Vanessa didn't just admit something that contradicted her mutation. "Strange" I thought. Normally the professor was right up there with Hank and Jean's looks of concern but he continued to eat as though nothing had happened.
I figured it had to be one of two things. Either the professor was going deaf, or he knew something we didn't.
I think it was the later of the two.
"But I thought you and the terminator don't get sick?" that smug voice could only belong to Rogue's trouble making friend John who broke the silence with the question on everyone's mind.
"We don't firecracker, so as you can imagine, I'm pretty disturbed."
John frowned at her snappy reply and sipped his glass of milk. "Fine." He pouted. "Forget I ever asked anything. Besides I think I know what sickness you're going through now."
Vanessa glared. Same conclusion I had firecracker; lady time.
By the look on her face, it obviously touched a sensitive nerve. "Fuck you flame boy."
"Vanessa" the professor caution and she sighed hard, getting up from the table and grabbing her beer.
"Sorry professor" she grumbled, beginning to make her way out. "I'm gonna be late for work"
And with that she strutted out the room.
"Weird" I thought, watching her go, as did the rest of the table before resuming regular conversation after her outburst. Just one more reason to confirm the woman was a temperamental maniac.
As I got back to eating the food in front of me, I could feel a pair of eyes staring at me and staring at me hard and I looked up to see the eyes belonged to none other than Chuck, giving me one of those infamous stares of his.
It wasn't the all-knowing stare, or the you-did-wrong stare; it wasn't even the you-know-better-because-you're-a-leader stare. It was a different type of stare. A stare that read, he knew something about what just happened, and I somehow, was apart of it.
The thought of that scared me a little.
If he thought I was the one who upset Vanessa, he was seriously mistaken. I hadn't done anything to her……recently at least.
My eyebrows crumpled in dissatisfaction and the professor continued eating, pushing his thoughts onto me instead of his stares.
"I'd advise you to go after her Logan." He said mentally and my eyebrows mashed closer together.
"Go after her." I told him. "What the hell would I do that for? I'm no where near caring for what she has to say"
"Doesn't matter." He took another bite of his food. "In some way or the other, you're partly the cause of this."
I mentally fumed. What the hell did I have to do with Vanessa being a bitch? Sure I teased her but she gets over it! She's an adult not a kid! How could I be the cause of her sour mood?
"Professor, what the hell do I have to do with her—"
"Just go after her Logan." He interrupted. "Believe me, you'll regret it if you don't."
Oh.Holy.Fuck.
Now I know I'm for it. Something was wrong with Vanessa, somehow it was my fault, and the professor was advising me to go after her or I'd regret it.
Whenever the professor advised us to do something or we'd probably regret it; that was one of his subtle ways for saying, "Get your ass on it right now because it's important". And if his subtle message was involving Vanessa and myself, that meant that whatever it was, it couldn't be good news.
I could see this evening not turning out to be a great one.
Double fuck.
I need another beer.
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Aunt Daisy's Gal Grill.
If that wasn't the name of a blue-collar bar randomly placed in the north, I don't know what was.
But it was beside the point anyway. It was where Jessica worked and it was where I was smart enough (so to speak) to follow her to, based on the professor's advice (again, so to speak).
I'll admit, I used to like coming to this joint. Good looking girls waited the tables and even more good looking girls worked the bar, serving drinks with winks and sultry smiles and getting up to do a dance or two; it was every drunk man's paradise (even better for the one's sober like myself). But ever since Vanessa started working here I lost all urge to go anymore.
Don't get me wrong she looked like a knock out in that low cut tank with the company logo on it, and those denim skinny jeans of hers but, let's face it, I hated her, and I wasn't about to argue with her at her job and let her ruin the atmosphere of all the other gorgeous girls.
I puffed at my cigar and walked into the joint, greeted by a cute little blonde in tiny little shorts, smiling at me as she walked by with a tray of hot wings. I stole a glance at her nametag. Hmmm, Jenna is it? I would have to remember to ask for her for a waitress when I was done with this thing with Wolverette.
Speaking of which, where was she anyway? I had to get this little powwow over and done with so I could get the hell out of here; I was missing hockey.
Scanning the area, I looked around in hopes of find the curly headed wench and before I could spot her anywhere I was greeted by a woman around her height (short) with straight brown hair and a button nosed smile.
"Hi, I'm Christy, can I get you anything?" she asked, rather perkily if I might add which went along fine with her rather perky…..assets.
"No, no thanks" I replied. I was still looking for Vanessa. "I'm just looking for someone"
Her eyes trailed towards the back where the bar was just in time to see Vanessa coming out the back room, lugging a box of fresh booze in her hands and setting it on the counter, putting the bottles in their proper places. "You wouldn't happen to be Logan would you?" she asked me randomly and the question caught me off guard.
What the hell? How the hell did she know my name? I wasn't wearing a nametag was I?
Just as I was about to quiz her on it, she beat me to it with a smile, a giggle and an explanation. "Sorry if I scared you but Vanessa talks about you a lot. And her descriptions of you match to the tee."
My eyebrow rose. Ah, so the little Wolverette was talking about me to her little girlfriends huh? I couldn't help but get big headed. Guess she didn't hate me that much after all. I wonder what she said about me; what else could I prod out of this short stack? "What exactly has she said about me?" I asked her and she giggled again.
"Mostly negative things I'll admit" she ratted and I frowned. So much for that fantasy. "But it's all mediocre; as much as she claims to hate you, I really think she has a thing for you" she said with a wink and my lips tugged a smirk. Liked me did she? Oh, ho, turns out this was going to be a better visit that I originally thought. Thanks a lot shorty, you've been a real help.
"Thanks a lot…..Christy." Don't ask why I had such a hard time remembering names. "Any idea where she is?"
"Yeah, she's back over there at the bar" She pointed to the bar where Vanessa was seen restocking the whiskey and angrily slamming down orders in front of the customers. "She's been pretty mood today though so….be careful"
"No sweat" I told her, before making my way over. It was time to accomplish two goals for the night: one, find out what the hell was so damned important the professor had me chasing her for, and two: rub in her face (deeply) that she actually has a thing for me. Ha! This was priceless.
"Hey little cutie" the slur of a drunken man's voice snapped me back into reality. Boy I swear this dude was messing with the wrong bub if he thought I was—oh, it was just some drunkard talking to Vanessa. I didn't realize how quickly I reached the bar.
I watched as he tried his best to put on a stupid smug little smile, and run his hand up her arm leaning on the bar. Vanessa viciously snatched it away.
"What do you want?" she snapped and he chuckled.
"A night with you would be nice" he said and she glared.
"Order a drink or piss off"
"Ooh, feisty" he recoiled. Another woman came out of the back room just in time to catch Vanessa's remark and she scolded her on it.
"Yes, feisty is right Vanessa" she reprimanded. By way of her black collared shirt and slacks I figured she must be the boss around here. "Lighten up small fry, you're scaring the customers off."
Vanessa only snorted punching a few numbers in the register and grabbing a paper that emitted from the side of the machine. "Whatever, I'm clocked out." She said. "See you in 30"
She angrily grabbed a bottle of booze from the shelf and stormed outside through the side door, the drunken man following her. She didn't even notice I was standing there, more or less the asshole following her.
That was really unlike Vanessa. She had what I liked to call, a Logan Radar, and could sense my presence from miles away. And she was cautiously aware of the people and dangers surrounding her yet she failed to notice the pathetic excuse for a man following her outside.
This could get ugly, so I followed the two of them as well.
Once outside Vanessa snatched off the top to the tequila she had grabbed and took a mighty swig, sitting on an old bench on the side of the building and running a hand through her curly masses. She made a habit out of doing that I noticed, and when she was stressed especially, she always took to using her hands in place of a comb.
She gulped down the first sip hard and frowned looking at the bottle, capping it and placing it next to her. Vanessa always sat like a man I observed, and tonight was no different as she sat on the bench, leaned over with both elbows resting on her thighs, sighing hard before looking up at the night air. She was looking at the stars again, searching for the colors; it was her favorite thing to do.
The drunk ass who followed her interrupted the moment though, fumbling over in a crooked line and plopping down next to her on the bench, sitting dangerously close to her. Bad move bub; I wouldn't even try that.
I felt a nerve suddenly tweak in my body and the urge to punch this jerk straight in the eye arose. I fought it however, deciding to watch instead and see if Vanessa was capable of handling her own.
Plus if she couldn't, it'd give me bragging rights for a straight week when I kicked his ass.
"Hey doll, anyone ever told you, you look like and angel" he slurred, resting his head on her shoulder and she shrugged him off.
"Get away from me" she warned. He seemed to ignore her completely and made a reach for her arm.
"C'mon baby, don't be so prude." She snatched her arm away and scooted farther from him on the bench. "I know you're just dying to spend time with this."
Dear God I didn't think I could stomach it anymore. Vanessa would you just please hurry up and knock him out? His pick up lines were worse than those cliché sitcoms on TV.
He only moved closer to her once she moved away and he placed his hand on her thigh this time, leaning in dangerously close to her face.
The heat was rising in me once again, the Wolverine slowly threatening to come out. Vanessa I'm warning you; take him out before I do.
"Get away from me you creep" she said, shoving him away and furiously standing up. "Why don't you go back inside and bother someone else?"
"Cause I like you" he said before swiftly grabbing her arm and hauling her back on the bench. The movement even caught me in surprise as he seemed way to drunk to even walk more or less make a grab for Vanessa and pull her under him.
He pushed her under himself and crawled on top of her, Vanessa struggling furiously to get away. What the hell was wrong with her; she was stronger than that! I couldn't believe what was going on.
"I know what you are mutie" I heard him whisper in her ear. She screamed as she trashed around, the guy locking both of her wrists in his hands to keep her from struggling. "So listen and cooperate and I promise I won't tell the feds"
"Get off me!" she cried and swiftly released one hand to push him away but he retaliated by pinning it above her head.
"Mmmmm" he purred in her ear, running his nose across her neck. "You smell good."
"Fuck you" she snapped and spit vulgarly in his face; the man paused.
What happened after that seemed to play in an alternate reality for before I could comprehend what was going on blow by blow, I watched as the drunkard suddenly released one of her hands and strike her fiercely across the cheek, Vanessa turning her face brutally toward the side from the force of the blow.
The before I knew it, the guy suddenly flew off of her and about 10 feet in the air, before knocking into the cement wall and crashing to the ground.
I didn't even realize it was me who had punched him until I saw Vanessa sitting up in shock, glaring angrily at him and me, and the man wearily standing up, holding his feeble little back.
"Piss of jerk before I show you what pain really is" I threatened and my claws jutted out of my knuckles faster than they've ever came out before.
He sneered at both Vanessa and myself, and I could tell he was contemplating on trying for it again but once Vanessa's claws snapped out as well he decided the fight wasn't worth it. Instead he simply spit at the ground and hobbled off, holding his back the entire way.
My anger slowly subsided as I watched him go, my claws slowly retreating back into my knuckles and the Wolverine slowly creeping back into his dormant state.
I turned to finally look at Vanessa who was glaring daggers at me, while her claws retracted as well and a droplet of blood dribbled down her cheek. I went to look at it.
"Are you ok?" I asked but she slapped my hand away from her cheek and pushed me from her body.
"Get away from me!" she yelled. "What are you doing here?!"
I frowned and her cut began to heal on it's own, closing up and fading away leaving no evidence of ever being there.
"You're welcome for just saving your ass Vanessa!" I fired. God, she could be such a bitch sometimes. Forget that I previously wanted bragging rights for her being defenseless against that creep, I was actually concerned for two milliseconds and she had to go and destroy that by being a bitch.
"You didn't do anything, I had that asshole" she defended and I heavily rolled my eyes. Dammit, where the hell did my cigar go; I knew I should have ignored the professor.
"Yeah right, and my middle name is Fido the great." I snatched the tequila off the bench and took a hard swig. "What the hell is wrong with you anyway, I know you're stronger than that; that drunk woulda' raped you if I didn't step in."
"Please, I've handled his kind before"
"Not very well I'm guessing?"
She glared. "Shut up!"
"What are you doing out here, it's dangerous Vanessa; you shouldn't be behind the bar in an alley where no one's around."
"What do you care?"
I frowned again. "I don't"
"So fuck off then!" she fumed and furiously crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't even know what you're doing here anyway, no one asked you to—"
She paused mid sentence and a look of pain flashed across her suddenly flushed face and before I knew it she was leaned over between the bench and the wall, gripping tightly onto the bench arm rest and spilling her guts out, hard and fast onto the ground.
My face crumpled in disgust and confusion. Did she really have an eating disorder like I thought she did?
I didn't know what to do except to set down the tequila and hold back her hair, gently soothing her stomach as she let it go.
Now I was concerned again. What the hell was wrong with her?
She breathed hard when she was done, catching her breath and holding her stomach, spitting a few more times before standing upright.
"You alright?" I asked. I didn't know where the concern was coming from but something about her just didn't seem right. Maybe she was sick with lead poisoning again.
"No" she grumbled and made a reach for the tequila, swigging down a sip. I snatched it from her hands.
"Look kid the last thing you need is alcohol alright; you're obviously sick so maybe you should go home to red and the fur ball to—"
"I don't need them I'm fine" she snapped as she gulped down the alcohol.
"So what the hell was that about?" I pointed to the remnants in the corner and she glared at me.
"Mind your own business Logan and go home; no one asked you to come here."
"It's a free country; I can wonder where I please"
"Well wonder home, I don't want you here!"
"Hiding something?"
"No!"
"So what the hell? What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing alright!"
"You've been acting strange all day" I said and swigged another gulp of tequila.
"Gee how nice of you to notice, you can notice when I'm pissy but not when you're the cause of it; how wonderful" Sarcasm was dripping off her lips and I frowned not liking it one bit.
Of course, the professor just had to be right. I somehow, introvertedly was the cause of her anger. Just great. What the hell did I do now?
"What did I do? Can't stomach my insults anymore?" I asked. "Damn Vanessa, you're such a baby sometimes I swear."
She froze at the insult, the word baby it seemed, hitting a particular nerve, then she glared hard at me, kicking a near by rock into my shin.
"Go away Logan, and leave me alone."
"No" I retaliated, rubbing my shin from the slight soreness. That was a hard kick.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong"
"Well I'm not spilling so what are you gonna do? Follow me all night?"
I gave her a smug look and opened the side door for her, allowing her to enter back into the bar scene. "After you" and I downed another sip.
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever you jerk."
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She was thoroughly livid with me, I could tell.
She's been directing the nastiest looks she's ever given anyone in her entire life at me the entire night but I continued to ignore them as I followed her around everywhere. And I mean everywhere.
My plan was simple. Follow her around like a second shadow wherever she went, and get her so flustered she had no choice but to tell me what was wrong. I've done it before; it works best on simple minds like that of Scooter and some of the kids at the mansion, and with Vanessa I knew it would work wonders because she hated me.
I'll admit though, It's been a bit more difficult than I presumed it would be seeing as she was stubborn as hell; but she tended to forget from time to time that not only was I stubborn as well, but I was relentless too, and I refused to quit.
So I followed her.
I followed her at the bar (and made sure to keep refills of beer coming so she couldn't shoo me away), I followed her bussing tables, I followed her to the backroom, I followed her serving food, I even followed her to the bathroom; three times to be exact. Twice to hold her hair back while she upchucked and once waiting right outside the stall (yes in the ladies room) as she used the bathroom.
Like I said she was sick of me but I didn't care, I was planning to keep this gig up all night long until she confessed what was on her mind.
When her shift was over that night it was about 2 in the morning and finally it was time for her to head home.
Again I followed her around as she punched out, grabbed her jacket and purse and said goodbye to her coworkers (who giggled when they watched me follow her), and collected her tips for the night as she headed outside.
She growled as she counted the money up, shoving it furiously in her purse and I knew that me trailing along next to her must have put a damper on the money she usually made but I didn't care.
"Didn't make goal tonight?"
"Shut-up" she furiously snapped at me and grabbed the keys to her car, unlocking all the doors and hopping inside. I jumped in the passenger seat and she paused and sighed hard before turned to look at me. Definitely frustrated.
"What are you doing?"
"Going home, what does it look like?"
She looked around the parking lot from the car windows then turned to look at me with the keys stalling in front of the ignition. "Where's you're ride?"
"Right here"
"No you imbecile, what did you drive to get here?"
"Who said I drove?"
She sighed heavily. "Don't test me Logan"
"Oooh, I'm so scared."
Her eyes drew flat. "Get out the car"
I only laughed but followed her wishes anyway. But not before leaving a message with her before I shut the door. "And don't forget Vanessa, I'm tagging you all night so don't even think of driving off until I get my motorcycle."
"Yeah, uh-huh, whatever" she said dryly and started up the engine.
I shut the door knowing good and well she was going to speed off and sure enough she didn't let me down. She reversed out the parking spot like a bat out of hell and sped off, making her way home.
I only shook my head in shame, pulling out the keys to my motorcycle from my coat and making my way over to my bike.
"Silly girl" I said to myself, straddling the bike in front of me. "She really thinks a silly little Honda can out drive my Harley" I started the engine. "Guess I'll have to show her the hard way." And I took off.
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"You are the most annoying asshole I have ever met on the face of this earth Logan!"
"Hmm hmmm" I placed my hands behind my head and followed her down the hall. Ha! Silly Vanessa; didn't know a Harley could go that fast did you? Nor did you know that I was such an excellent driver.
"Just who the hell do you think you are, slashing up my car like a block of wood? And with the little tips I made tonight, especially thanks to your stupid ass again, I'm going to have to pay big money to fix it!"
Ah shut your trap. It's not like you spend your paychecks on much of anything anyway; I wouldn't be surprised if you're loaded by now. And besides that's what you get for trying to push me into a bush; enjoy the new slash job to your side door honey.
But I only moaned a response of affirmation to her, which made her more angry. "Mmm hmm" was all I said and she fumed again, yelling as we made our way down the hallway in which our bedrooms were located, waking up all the other staff members as we went.
"Shut up you ugly toad! You know what, I should make you pay for the damages! You're the one who did it."
"You should" I said, and yawned a big yawn, continuing to follow her.
She fumed again. Vanessa was not a very patient woman at all. "Ugggnnuuuhhhh!!" she groaned. "I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"
I only chuckled but her screams were drawing the attention of the others who resided in that hall and Chuck, Red, Scooter, Fur Ball, Kurt and Ro' popped their heads out their bedrooms, to see what all the ruckus was about.
"Hey you guys" Scott began, of course being the first to reprimand someone. "Keep it down, we're all trying to sleep."
"Shut up!" Vanessa yelled again. She pointed a deathly angry finger at Scott before redirecting it at me. "And you…..you……you….you….jerk! I hate you!"
I smirked. "I think we've established that already"
"Logan" the professor warned. He knew my sarcasm would only push her further but I didn't care. It was his fault I was in this mess in the first place. Not only did I miss hockey but, I didn't get one damn phone number from that joint and Vanessa still wouldn't tell me what was wrong.
"What the hell is wrong with you anyway huh?! Who the hell told you to follow me? All night long! I'm a big girl all right! I can handle my own business and I don't need someone, especially the likes of you, being my damn body guard!"
"Really? I would have thought differently after that guy attacked you in the alley."
"Some guy attacked you Vanessa?"
Storm came completely out of her bedroom now and ventured down the hall to check on the woman in front of me, but our eyes never lost contact.
She gently shrugged the weather witch off.
"Shut it asshole!" she yelled at me.
"Guys can we please keep it down?" Jean begged. She came out of her bedroom as well. "You're going to wake the kids and I don't want them to hear two of our staff members fighting."
"Yeah Vanessa, you hear that? Shut your trap"
"Vanessa, Logan, please" Hank begged as well but we ignored him.
"You shut your trap!" she came back. I snorted; good one. "What the hell do you want from me Logan? Why the hell are you so damn persistent on pissing me off and following me around all night huh? What can I do to get you off my back, please tell me!"
"I told you a long time ago; tell me what's wrong."
"Mind your own damn business!"
"Fine. You need company in your bed?"
I made a move to walk into her room but she moved in front of me, blocking my entrance and sighing hard, before pinching the bridge of her nose. A smirk suddenly flashed across her face and I had to admit it frightened me a little.
Not only was she moody, she was a tad bit bipolar.
Don't tell me now she's come up with some brilliant plan? Way to go Vanessa; it's been like 8 hours, what could you possibly do now that's going to get me to move?
"Fine, you wanna know what's bothering me?" she asked. Her voice was calmer now and had this taunting pitch in it that made me afraid of the answer. She was up to something, I knew it, but I figured she was probably just going to say something like, fuck you, before slamming the door in my face; so I pushed her.
"No shit Sherlock, you didn't honestly think I followed you all this time because I wanted to, did you?"
"You really want to know what's wrong with me?" I gave her a retort look and her smirk widened.
Yes dammit; I said that already. Now would you please just tell me so I could insult you for being an idiot and hit the hay? It's been a long night and I'm tir—
"I'm pregnant"
What?
Time stood still for a moment or two; maybe ten actually.
I had to blink, re-blink and possibly flush my ears out with fluid to make sure I just heard what I thought I heard. Did Vanessa say she was pregnant?
Her smirk turned into an evil smile when she saw she got the reaction she wanted and she simply turned on her heel and said "Goodnight everyone" before walking into her room and slamming the door in my face.
I could feel the others eyes burning holes in my back but I could only stand there, replaying her words like a broken record in my head, each time the phrase seeming more surreal than the last. "I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant."
It was suddenly making my angry.
I glared at her door and kicked it hard in frustration, before grumbling a "bitch" and marching across the hall into my own room and slamming the door.
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