"Okay, okay, just hang tight, I'm on my way," I told her, my brain firing up, forming a plan. The boys were drunk and in a fight, Jubes was drunk and confused, I didn't know about Rogue and Kitty. I just hoped they hadn't started using their powers. How was I going to handle that?
I couldn't. But I knew who could. I ran out my bedroom, not bothering to get changed; it didn't matter and it wasn't a priority. Running up the stairs I thought back to my conversations with Rogue, when she used to talk about Logan before he got back from wherever it is that he was. She had woken him up from a nightmare before, and I swear she told me what room he was staying in. more than likely he had the same room this time as he did last time.
Rogue's southern accented voice floated through my head; I heard him thrashing around and it was easy to tell it was coming from the last door on the right.
At the top of the stairs I turned right and at the very end was a door, which I knocked on quietly. A second later it swung open and Logan stood there with no shirt on and a pair of black boxers. I blushed but ignored it. Sort of; it was hard to ignore the defined abs and muscles on his chest and the short black hairs. He frowned at me and I blushed harder. There was no sleepiness to him; he looked awake and alert, the line around his eyes deepening when he frowned. Either he could wake up extremely fast or he hadn't gone to sleep yet.
"I need your help," I whispered, tugging on the bottom of my pyjama shorts, trying to make them a little longer; the elastic band had ridden all the way up to my waist so the ends were only just peeking out from under my singlet. He automatically stepped back and let me enter his room, which was surprisingly neat. For some reason, I thought I'd see clothing thrown everywhere. Unsurprisingly, though, was the fact that it was practically bare. No homey items to be seen that made a room comfortable and inviting. He didn't seem like the type for that. I bit my lip and he watched me, waiting and probably wondering why I was bothering him at two thirty in the morning. "I lied to you."
He raised an eyebrow at me, a signal for me to continue, "About?"
"Okay, technically, I didn't lie to you, I just didn't tell you the whole truth. Which isn't the point right now, so I'm just going to tell you." I took a deep breath. "Jubes, Kitty, Rogue, Bobby, John, Kurt, Remy and Colossus went to a club, and you caught me before I could go as well, but I told them to go because I wasn't so interested in the idea and just then Jubes called me and said that they were drunk and the boys and possibly Rogue were in a fight and I don't know if they're using their powers, and Jubes sounded scared and she asked me for help, but I didn't know what to do, so I came to you and I need your help and I'm sorry," I said in a rush, staring at him with wide, pleading eyes. "I don't even care if you yell at me, I deserve it, but could you do it after I get them back please?"
He frowned at me for a moment, staring, "Where are they?"
"Blue Moon," I whispered. I don't know why I was whispering; the name of the club just gave me a ominous feeling.
He nodded, "Go back to bed. I'll deal with it." he walked over to a chest of draws and started searching for what I assumed was clothing.
"What? No. I'm going with you," I frowned. How could he expect me to be able to just fall back asleep knowing that my friends could be in trouble?
"Go back to bed." He sounded adamant, "You're not going. That club is shady; if you kids were gunna go to one, why did you have to choose the sleazy one?" I winced, not even bothering to tell him we weren't kids, because from the way we were acting, you couldn't tell. He was right, we were kids.
"Jubes sounded hysterical. You really want to deal with that? I can calm her down," I told him, insistent.
He looked at me for a moment; then he must have decided he didn't want to deal with a blubbering teenage girl so he nodded. "Meet me down at the garage."
I nodded and went out his door, down to the garage and waited. He appeared seconds later and he gestured to the minivan, grumbling about having to drive it. I supposed it really wasn't his style. "The professor knows. He wants to speak with you when we get back."
I nodded. I expected as much. I got in the front seat and Logan drove out, entering the code to the front gate and driving along the road faster than what I thought was safe in this big minivan. I'm pretty sure he was pushing it faster than it could really go, probably trying to compensate the lameness of the vehicle for its speed. "When did she call you?"
"Maybe five minutes ago," I said, watching him drive past a stop sign without even stopping. "Jubes is in the bathroom I think, Bobby and Kitty are somewhere else, and the rest are in a fight, or something. I'm not sure about Rogue; she might be in the fight too."
He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"What would you have done if you were in my position?" I asked quietly, looking at my hands resting in my lap. Who in their right mind would dob on their friends and get them in trouble for going to a club like that? Yeah, it probably would have saved a lot of trouble, but I wasn't going to rat them out. He glanced at me, seeming to concede. "I thought they'd be okay. Guess I was wrong."
"Guess so."
"Don't think that I'm not kicking myself here. If something serious has happened to them, I won't be able to forgive myself, okay? I should have convinced them not to go," I snapped at him. He could stop making me feel worse now.
"Then why were you all dressed up to go, too?" he retorted.
"I honestly don't know. I don't think a club is really my scene but I got caught up in the excitement of it, and then it was too late to do much. At least, if I went with them, I could keep watch over them and stop them from doing something stupid, like getting in a fight," I sighed.
The minivan became silent again and I looked out the window, watching buildings fly past and high rises. Logan cleared his throat and I glanced over, "Your face."
"What about it?" I asked, reaching up a hand and brushing it along my skin.
"It's not…beat up," he observed.
"It's not," I confirmed just as I saw a blue neon sign flashing 'Blue Moon'. Logan pulled over to the side of the road and got out. The road was deserted, and I understood what he said about it being shady. On either side of the building was a dark alleyway and despite the lights from the buildings, you couldn't see more than two meters down them. The whole street had a gloomy exterior, a foreboding sort of aura about it. The shop fronts had metal bars lining the windows, which didn't help if the street was going for a 'welcoming' feel, and the building had a dirty sort of grimy look to them. Not to be judgmental or anything, but it wasn't the kind of street I'd feel comfortable walking down. Surprisingly, people were still waiting out the front of club, trying to get in at this time. I would have given up by now.
I got out the car too, and the cold night air gave me goose bumps as it brushed against my warm skin. When I breathed out, it fogged the air. I folded my arms together, trying to conserve body heat, but the cold air swirled freely around my legs. I went to follow Logan but he growled at me to stay put. He would have been absolute about that, if right at that moment, a tall guy wearing a long black trench coat didn't stumble out of the alleyway on the right side, closest to us, and give me the once over. He walked slowly down the street, keeping his eyes on me and I knew my face conveyed my fear. Logan growled at him, but the guy didn't seem perturbed, he just kept staring at me.
I swallowed. "Stick close to me," Logan growled, handing me his leather jacket. I slipped it on, grateful for the warmth and extra clothing. I should have thought to put something else on before coming. I zipped the too big jacket up and shivered. My legs were still bare and exposed, but I felt considerably better. I followed behind Logan, sticking as close to him as possible without actually touching him. He walked to the front of the line and went to walk in, not even bothering to show any ID, but the bouncer stopped him. I had to give him credit, he tried to stop Logan even though he had a least a foot on him height wise and much more muscle.
"You're lucky I don't sue you, bub, you've got a bunch of teenagers in there, so you can either point me in the right direction and get out my way, or make this hard on you," he growled. I bit my lip to stop a grin.
"Just follow the corridor, man," the bouncer said, stepping aside. People waiting in the line grumbled and one shouted that it wasn't fair. I followed Logan, but the bouncer stopped me.
"She's not twenty one," he said. Was it the vulnerability that was undoubtedly shining on my face that gave it away?
"She's with me," Logan grunted and brushed past. I stuck close.
The club smelled like sweat; it cloyed together in a thick, sticky scent and I imagined it must be hard on Logan; if I was feeling the beginnings of a headache, I couldn't imagine how he would be feeling with his heightened senses. It was considerably warmer in here. We came to the main dance floor and my eyes widened. The music was so loud and people were dancing, pressed close together to fit as many people as possible in. Coloured lights flashed around the room and as we moved forward, people bumped into us, glaring like we were the ones who hit them. Women and the odd guy gave Logan looks, some beckoning him over, but Logan ignored them all. As we pushed into the throng of it, I gripped Logan's arm so as not to lose him. There were so many people and they were all taller than me. I felt boxed in. the mass of people pushed me close to Logan, not that I minded, and my face was practically buried in his back, his flannel shirt brushing against my cheek, as I gripped his arm and attempted to not lose him. This close I could smell him clearly, and it became more overwhelming than the stink of sweat, which I was grateful for.
At the bar, where the majority of people seemed to congregate; we found the guys, except Bobby who was obviously somewhere else with Kitty. John was nursing a black eye, slumped over the bench, but Gambit, Colossus and Kurt were shouting at a group of four other guys. And then they lunged at each other and Logan moved forward, pulling them off each other. I stood there with wide eyes, unsure what to do. I spotted Rogue behind Colossus, and she pushed past him, smacking one of the other guys upside his head, before kicking him in the crotch. Jesus, what had he done to piss her off? She was yelling at him as he curled up on the floor, whimpering. The thumping of the music made it impossible for me to hear what she was saying, but I could detect her strong southern accent.
Her actions spurred the other into action, and then they were fighting, a chaotic mess. Logan dived into the middle of it, breaking it up, with difficulty. On any other day, when they weren't drunk, they probably would have listened to him immediately, but with a little liquid courage, they were braver and more daring. I stood there, unsure what to do, and the vibrations from the music tickled my feet, working its way through my body. It was sensory overload, and I had to work hard to keep my power from reaching out to people's minds. With some many in such close range, their mental voice were practically shouting at me and it only made my headache worse.
"Get your firecracker friend," Logan said to me, just before he caught the fist of one guy who dared to take a swing at him. Clearly he was somewhat in control here, so I stood on my tiptoes and searched for a sign indicating a bathroom. I spotted one across the room, so I made my move, darting around people.
Not fast enough though, because a guy grabbed my arm and swung me back around, "Hey there baby," he slurred and my nose wrinkled in disgust, both at his actions and his pungent breath.
"Ugh, get off me," I said, wrenching my arm free.
"Awh, don't be like that. You're real pretty," he went to touch my hair and I jumped backwards out of his reach. I kept moving, away from him and eventually he turned back to someone else and I felt safe enough to take my eyes off him. I pushed the bathroom door open, walking in, and immediately felt the temperature drop a couple degrees. I spotted the source, an open window, at the same time I spotted Jubes, who was slumped over a toilet seat, eyes closed, stall door wide open. The music wasn't as loud in here, but the thrumming still made its way to me.
"Jubes!" I shouted, feeling the clammy skin of her face with my own cold hands. Anxiety rushed through me, which subsided only a little when her eyes flickered open.
"Chica?" she rasped at me.
"Yes! Yes, it's me, I'm here. So is Logan," I sooth, brushing her hair back and attempting to pull her towards the sink and away from her position on the filthy floor. I didn't even want to think about what's been on it, and her face so close to the toilet seat only made me feel sick.
"I don't see him," she slurred, her unfocused eyes, sliding past me to look over my shoulder.
"No, he's breaking up a fight," I said, sweating at the effort it took to move her small frame to the sink.
Suddenly her eyes widened as she became a bit more lucid and she gasped, "Chica, chica, the boys, there in a fight!"
"I know," I turned the tap on, and brought the cool water to wash over her face. There was no soap to be seen. "It's okay, Logan's dealing with it."
"Wolvie's here?" she asked, looking around. Her confusion made me panic again and I tried to remain as calm as I could. "Where am I?" she asked, just as she vomited into the sink. I winced and kept the tap running. Her confusion had me worried, and I felt prickles at the back of my neck, the way I always do when I'm frightened.
I concentrated on my breathing, because I was afraid that if I panicked, it would incite panic in Jubes, and in her current state, I didn't know what that would lead. When she was done I grabbed some paper towels, at least they had some of those, I mean honestly, would a little soap kill them?, and wet them, wiping at her face. Her eyes welled up with tears and she turned into my shoulder, crying.
"I want to go home," she managed to get out between great raking sobs and I smoothed her hair back.
"Okay," I said softly, "Okay, we'll go home. We're going home and you're going to be just fine. I promise, everything will be just fine." I murmured to her, attempting to keep her calm, and I shifted her arm around my shoulder to support her weight, leading her out of the bathroom.
"I feel dizzy," she sniffled, eyes closed as she leaned on me.
"Okay, we'll stop for a moment," we were almost at the bathroom door and I hoped no one wanted to use it because the door would hit us when they entered. "You okay?"
She moaned, not even saying anything and I felt even more nervous, "Okay, come on, we're almost there. We're going home." She nodded and I took it as a sign that she understood me.
"Why do you smell like a boy?" she asked me, as I pushed the door open. I didn't let myself laugh because it would mean bouncing her head on my shoulder and I don't think Logan would appreciate vomit on his jacket.
"Because I'm wearing Logan's jacket," I told her. Her face scrunched up as her ears were assaulted with the loud music, but she leaned closer to my ear, her breath hot.
"Are you sleeping with him?" her voice was wavery again, shaky and I looked at her in alarm.
"No, Jubes, I'm not," I said and she nodded, hopefully in understanding. I looked up and froze.
Two meters in front of me stood three guys, one of which was the guy who grabbed my arm before. They looked like they had been waiting there the whole time. My heart thudded in my throat, louder than the music and I glanced towards the bar where I though Logan was, but I couldn't see anyone familiar over the heads of the people jumping about. No one was paying us any attention.
My hands shook, both with the effort of holding onto Jubes as she kept slipping out of my grip, and from fear. I didn't know who they were, but they didn't look friendly, especially if my previous encounter was anything to go by.
"Why we stop?" Jubes frowned, her eyes were still closed and I saw tear marks along her skin.
"Jubes," I said loudly, into her ear so she could hear me over the music. "I need you to just sit here for a moment, okay?" I said, leaning her against the wall beside the toilet and she slid down to the ground.
"No!" she wailed, her eyes flying open. "Don't leave me," she clung to me, pulling me down as well.
"Hey," I gripped her face so her eyes looked at me, focusing on my eyes. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you okay."
"Okay," she said, still gripping my arm in a vice grip and I had to pry her fingers off me. When I stood up and spun around, they were right there, so close I could smell the alcohol on them and see the sweat on their foreheads and I let out a small gasp. The guy who had grabbed me before, the leader from what it looked like, had dull blue eyes that roved over my body, and I was glad for the unflattering thick leather jacket that was too big. My blood thrummed through my body, adrenaline pumping and I lifted my chin, staring at the men who were blocking my way. Even if Logan glanced over, he wouldn't see me, they were in the way.
"What kind of a guy ambushes a girl outside the ladies room?" I shouted in a cold voice, throwing them a withering look. I placed my hand on my hip in what I hoped was a confident looking action. The action of a girl who didn't stand for anything and could take care of herself, but in just my pyjamas and Logan's leather jacket, hair dishevelled from sleeping, I wasn't at all assured in it.
The leader grinned, his lips pulling off his teeth in a predatory sort of smirk and I didn't let myself react. One of them glanced down at Jubes, his eyes roaming over her vulnerable state and I took a step to the right, blocking his view of her. I'd be damned if I let some sleazy pervert look at her like that. An ugly, threatening scowl overtaking his pale features. I tensed, not moving, taking short, shallow breaths as I assessed some way to get Jubes to safety. Shouting was pointless in here, it was so loud. My ears stopped picking up on distinct noise, blurring together into an indecipherable background sound as I concentrated on the men in front of me.
The leader took a step forward, slamming me back into the wall, his body trapping in me, my head bouncing against the brick wall. I let out a small scream, before pulling myself together. If I hadn't moved to the side, I would have smashed into Jubes slumped form. The other two guys were reaching for Jubes and I panicked, trying to think through it. The leader of the men, pushed a leg between my thighs and I spat in his face, distracting him before pulling my knee up and crashing it into his groin. He let out a squeal of pain and moved back, enough for me to slip past him. I shoved one guy away from Jubes who had started to thrash away from the shouting for me. He was drunk enough that he stumbled back at least a meter, and I slapped the other guys hands away from Jubes.
"Get away from her!" I shouted, standing defensively in front of her. Jubes wrapped her arms around my legs and I freaked out because she was making it difficult to protect her.
"Bitch," the leader straightened back up, snarling at me, and he slapped me across the face. I fell back, landing on Jubes who made an oomf sound, the slap stinging my face and resonating in my head. I shot back up, panting, and holding my hands up in a defensive gesture. My knees bent, ready to move and dart around them if I needed to, my thigh muscles tensing to keep my still until I had to move and spring into action. The three men laughed and the sound crawled along my skin. Jubes seemed to sense that it wouldn't be helpful if she held onto me again, and just remain still, staring up with petrified wide eyes. I didn't think she understood what was going on, but knew it was serious.
Just as the leader lunged forward and I prepared for the hit, not fast enough to move out the way, a large, strong form suddenly appeared in front of me and I let out a strangled sigh of relief, "Logan."
"Fuck off, if you know what's good for you," Logan growls and his back is so close to me, I see the muscles of his back, under his shirt, tense, his shoulders bulking up more. Thank god. One guy would have been hard to deal with, let alone three. Only at that point did using my powers occur to me and I felt stupid for not thinking of it earlier.
"Find your own girl," I assumed it was the leader speaking, as he was the one who seemed to take the interest in me and not Jubes. Now that I thought about it, he hadn't even looked at Jubes, not bothered with her at all. I shivered at the thought, glad that he hadn't taken an interest in her. If he had and I hadn't been there, I didn't even want to think about what could have happened. My stomach roiled as I thought of his shoving his leg between my thighs.
"She is mine." Logan growled, I could imagine the black look that twisted his face, making him more menacing and scary, and despite the circumstances, a thrill went through me at his words. He crossed his arms, my protector, defender, and felt one hundred times safer. There was no way they could get to me or Jubes with him standing there.
"Don't like to share?" the leader leered, trying to look around to Logan's left. Logan angled his body slightly that way so he couldn't see us.
"Not at all," Logan snarled, taking a tiny threatening step towards them. I assumed they backed up. I would have, if I was in their position.
"Fine. Have fun with her," the leader laughed, though it wasn't from amusement. A moment passed before Logan turned to us.
"Are you okay?" his voice gruff.
"Yeah," I breathed, turning and helping Jubes up, her legs wobbly and pulled her with me. She moaned, eyes closed again, body shaking and my worry returned.
"Good. What the hell were you thinking?" Logan snapped at me, following close behind as I pushed my way through the crowd. I saw Rogue, John, Kurt, Remy and Colossus slumped by the bar, the other guys were gone. Rogue downed a shot before Logan could stop her. They looked terrible; drunk and beat up.
I glared at Logan, speaking heatedly, "I was thinking that I'd be dead before one of those sleazes layed a finger on Jubes, thank you very much. What was I supposed to do, scream for help? Oh, yeah, someone would totally have heard it in her," I shouted sarcastically, my ears going red, my cheek still stinging.
"I would have heard you," Logan barked.
"Well, sorry, but I didn't know that nor did I think of it," I pushed Jubes onto a bar seat, taking a break from hauling her weight.
"You could have been seriously hurt," Logan snapped.
"You think I don't know that?" I looked around and frowned. "Where's Kitty and Bobby?" I shouted.
"You didn't find them?" Logan rumbled next to my ear. I shook my head and looked around. I had no idea where to even start to look for them.
"Jubes?" I tapped her shoulder and she moaned. "Where's Kitty and Bobby?"
She didn't say anything and Logan sniffed, "There's more than just alcohol in her system." My eyes widened, and horror surged back through me but Logan shook his head, "She'll be alright," he huffed. I nodded, trusting his word and turned to Rogue and the others.
"Where's Kitty and Bobby?" Rogue shrugged and the others shook their heads. John giggled and I realised he was too out of it to know anything.
"They disappeared about an hour ago. They were making out, so no one was gunna interrupt them," Rogue deadpanned, trying to get another shot. She could hold her liquor.
"Great," I mutter. I turned to Logan, "Get them to the car; I'll search for Kitty and Bobby."
Logan raised an eyebrow and looked at me disbelievingly, "What, you want a replay of what happened a minute ago?"
"No, but we need to find them, and they need to get out of here before they start something again," I motioned to the guys and Rogue. "Rogue seems to be spoiling for a fight." It was true; he eyes darted around the room, looking for someone to pick a fight with, daring others to start something with her. "I'll search for their minds," I said, quieter. In here, with so many people, it would be harder to track their mind imprints, but it would be easier than Logan sniffing them out. There was just too many people for him to do that.
Logan's jaw clenched, "I can't just leave you unprotected."
I rolled my eyes, "Get them out to the car, lock them in it, take the keys with you, then come back and find me. If you can't find me, shout my name in your head and I'll hear it. I'll tell you where I am, okay?"
He nodded, but didn't look particularly happy about it. I sat on a stool as Logan attempted to move them out of the club, dragging an angry Rogue behind him. I closed my eyes and searched for Kitty's mental voice, which was louder than Bobby's. I really hoped they weren't doing anything. I searched further and further outwards, searching. Opening myself to people's thoughts meant I could hear them all at once, and I had to sort through them, searching for a particular voice.
Bobby! It was definitely a moan, and not a moan of someone in pain. There. I heard it, towards the back, past the toilets and down a corridor so I got up, walking in that direction, hating myself for having to break them up. Kitty was going to be angry for sure. The corridor was packed with couples making out and pushed past them, searching for brown curly hair and a bright red shirt.
THEA! Logan's mental voice was similar to his physical voice; gruff and rough.
At the back, past the toilets, in the corridor. They're here somewhere. I thought at him, sending him a mental picture of the bodies pressed together down the corridor. I kept walking, searching each couple for a familiar face. A second later, I felt Logan's presence behind me as he followed me down the corridor, squeezing between couples who were going at it.
I spotted a flash of red and moved towards it, recognising them immediately. Bobby had not shirt on, and he had Kitty pressed against the wall, kissing her neck, her legs wrapped around his waist. Kitty's mouth was open in a moan of ecstasy. I turned away, blushing, not able to interrupt them.
Logan had no such inhibitions, and yanked them apart. Kitty looked up in surprise and Bobby looked angry. He pushed at Logan, throwing a punch, and Logan shoved him back down the corridor, in the direction we came down. From the look on his face, Bobby was pissed off and he stalked down the corridor. And then Kitty blinked, realised what had happened and went ballistic. She screamed at Logan, hitting his chest, too drunk to know what she was really doing but angry enough to not care. I couldn't hear what she was saying. Logan grabbed her arms and pushed her in my direction and then I noticed the tears in her eyes. She was upset, confused, and angry. She spotted me standing there, then lunged at me in a hug, I grabbed onto her, to stop her from stumbling and she hung on to me. I was surprised, I'd been expecting her to be angry at me, but she just held on to me as I led her back down the corridor. Her makeup was smeared on her face and her curls were deflated. Her face was leaning against my chest and I looked down at her, pushing her hair of her face and wiping at her eyes as she stumbled over someone's legs. She clung to me and I looked back to make sure Logan was still following. He was frowning at us, his lips in a tight line. He looked tired and I felt bad for dragging him in to this and ruining his night.
We stumbled out of the club, kitty still clinging to me and we walked over to the minivan. It was a lot colder out here and the sweat on my body dried up instantly. I shivered and goose bumps raised on my skin. There were goose bumps on Kitty's uncovered arms and I rubbed at them, trying to warm her. Logan unlocked it and Bobby got in, having to get in the back as the others had sat towards the front. I pushed Kitty up and she followed. I closed the door and got in the front.
When Logan started the car, he blasted the heater, though he didn't look cold, and it warmed up straight away. It wasn't a cold night, but it was cold compared to the club. Once it was significantly warmer, he turned it off. The car was silent for a whole five minutes and I felt a weight fall off my chest. They were okay. Drunk, confused and beat up, but they were okay. Thank God. I breathed properly now.
And then John piped up from the seat behind me, "Why is my girl wearing your jacket?" he asked, jabbing a finger at Logan.
I sighed, exasperated, "John, I'm not your girl."
"Yes you are," he said stubbornly.
"No she's not," Kurt said from behind John.
"Shut up, Blue!" John yelled at him, turning in his seat. "She's not yours either, so there!"
"What you all talkin' about?" Jubes groaned from her seat beside Rogue, who sat next to John.
Rogue sighed, staring darkly out the window, "Kurt and John both like Thea and she has no clue and they've been fighting over her all night and I am sick of listening to it! They're like a bunch of girls!" Wow, Rogue was a moody drunk.
"Oh," Jubes laughed. "That's funny because she doesn't like either of them. She likes – "
"Jubes!" I shouted, shooting an alarmed glance at her.
"Who?" John said, looking around Rogue to prod Jubes. "Who does she like? I'll kill him."
Jubes burst into giggles, "You can't. He's bigger than you."
"Oh, my God," I muttered into my hands.
"Who is he?" John demanded at the same time Kurt asked, "Who?"
I glared at Jubes, "Don't you dare." She giggled again. John and Kurt started shouting again, but Jubes ignored them.
Then, at the back Kitty's voice rose above the rest, "Wolverine! She likes Wolverine! Now would you all shut up? My head hurts," she groaned. My eyes widened and I blushed, my face heating up so much I was surprised my skin wasn't melting.
"Wolverine," John muttered darkly, glaring at the back of Logan's head.
I turned to Logan, who sat as stiff as a board, eyes firmly plastered on the road in front of him, fists tightly curled around the steering wheel. "She's kidding. She's drunk; she doesn't know what she's saying."
He nodded curtly, but remained tense. "Seriously," I said, willing him to believe me. "She doesn't know what she's talking about." This time he did turn to me, staring at me with those black eyes and he relaxed a little, nodding like he believed me this time.
"Yes I do," Kitty piped up again and she would have ruined my first convincing lie in the history of ever, if she didn't suddenly burst into hysterical giggles. Quite obviously she was drunk and an unreliable source. "I want a monkey. Do you think the professor will let me have a monkey?"
"All of ya shut your goddamn mouths," Logan shouted, his voice rough with annoyance. He pulled into the school drive way, gravel crunching.
Quietly, like it only just dawned on him, John spoke up from behind me, "We are in so much fucking shit."
"Yep," I muttered, looking up at the building.
That pretty much summed it up.
So, what did you think?
I'm on a roll with these chapters. I shouldn't have written it becasue I have an exam tomorrow and haven't studied for it yet. Instead, I was writing this. So, if I fail, you should all feel terrible. Kidding.
Anyway, this will definitely be the last chapter for hopefully no longer than two weeks. You guys have fun while I study away, working my poor finger to the bone as I write page after page of notes.
Anyway, I hope you guys like this chapter. Thank you so much to LOTRlover and Heve-chan, who have reviewed twice in the last three chapters. :) You're just so kind *wipes away tear*. And of course thank you to my other reviewers; i've said it before and i'll say it again: You guys make my day!