Scott was in something of a better mood later, as he sat on his bed (unfortunately, with the glasses, but that really couldn't be helped), watching as Logan knelt on his floor, cleaning up the glass shards that had flown everywhere. It was always fun to watch Logan work when he didn't have to. It also helped that his hand had stopped throbbing, at least for now.
Logan, on the other hand, was not enjoying himself. "I swear, if you break one more mirror-"
"Then you're going to have to pick it up again. Without a fuss." Scott said curtly, smirking when Logan whipped around and winced when he clutched his handfuls of glass to tightly.
"Why don't you pick up your mirror that you smashed?" Logan snapped, eyes flashing furiously, "I could be doing something better with my free time!"
"Like what? Lounging around in the Rec Room with your fellow teenagers?"
"I am not a teenager," Logan muttered, more to himself as he picked some glass from the rapidly healing cuts on his hand.
"But you might as well be," Scott replied, enjoying Logan's discomfort. Stupid Logan... he doesn't have any problems, does he? He just loafs around all day, unless someone needs something fixed. No worrying about glasses for him. Retractable steak knives are plenty easy to control! Deep in his own thoughts, (as usual) he almost completely missed whatever Logan had muttered to himself. "I'm not surprised Nicole's unhappy whenever you're in the room- wait. What did you say?"
With a frustrated groan of anger, Logan looked back at him while plucking shards of glass from the palm of his hand. It wouldn't be a big deal for him normally... but he actually felt the pain before he could heal... and if a shard of glass got caught while he was healing it would be stuck under his skin for good if he didn't fish it out. Paining him then healing, pain, heal, pain heal. It was an annoying process. "Jeez Scooter, are you hard of hearing as well? I said that Nicole wasn't exactly a ray of sunshine this morning considering that she'd received her first kiss just yesterday." he growled, turning his back to Scott and dusting the glass off of his hands and into a dust bin.
Scott sat stalk still with shock. What? "Logan... what did you do...?!"
Logan looked up at Scott, smirking as innocently as it is possible to do so. "I didn't do anything..."
Scott did not look amused. "I know you did something! What did you do?"
Logan tried to protest. "I didn't do it! I wasn't her first!" He then paused for a moment, realizing what he'd said.
Scott's eyes widened, not that Logan would have been able to tell. Apparently he wasn't the only one with an attraction to the wrong sort of person... "But you did, didn't you!?"
"No!" Logan hastened to defend himself." I didn't mean... I didn't..." he began lamely.
Scott fixed him with a hard glare, not that Logan could see his eyes... but... they were in his room... could he chance it? "Logan... tell the truth. Did you... or did you not kiss Nicole." his hand moved to his glasses. Logan didn't know that he could take them off.
He saw Logan blanch. "Look Slim... you should have seen that totally disgraceful kiss Ice-Cube distributed... it was so pathetic... it"
Angry now, How could Logan stoop that low? Scott whipped off his glasses, fixing Logan with a hard glare, not hiding his pleasure in seeing Logan flinch. He'd wanted to dive to the side. Scott could tell. "That it made you try and out do him?!"
"What the- your eyes!" Logan stared at Scott, completely flabbergasted.
"Yes Logan, I have two. Now focus." Scott glared at Logan, having completely enjoyed the way Logan had flinched and nearly dived out of the way. Well, he was right to... Scott wouldn't have been sorry if he'd been wrong and burnt him. "So you're saying that you watched them kiss, thought he-" Ice Cube? Did Logan mean Bobby? "Did a bad job, so you just had to pull her aside and show him up?"
His glare back in place, Logan didn't answer immediately. After a few moments of silence while the tension between the two built, Logan looked away, nodding curtly. "Basically." he growled through gritted teeth. He at least had enough decency to look ashamed, closing his eyes and squeezing the bridge of his nose.
Scott snorted disgustedly. "What, do you go around kissing 15 or 16 year old girls whose boyfriends don't kiss them the way you think they should be kissed?!" he shouted suddenly. Logan could see a muscle jump in his jaw.
"NO!" Logan snapped back, trying to defend himself, sounding almost pathetically over-defensive. But then, this was a fairly serious matter. "Only her..." He trailed off a bit, knowing how that would sound.
Scott would have liked to say something else biting, but a sudden (and fairly unwelcome) burst of sympathy interfered. "Are you saying you feel for Nicole?"
Logan twitched, an unfamiliar emotion flickering in his eyes but disappeared before Scott could analyze it. Logan regained his composure, smirking. "If you mean 'feel' as in have had several dreams about having her, and being unable to stop looking at her for more than 10 minutes. Then yes. But if you mean 'feel' as in that stupid, infatuation that people call 'love'? No." he commented airily, something deep inside of him began to scold him for not telling the entire truth. Such as the fact that he could go without thinking or looking at her but would become so flustered and distracted with whatever that he was doing that he couldn't help it, or that if he thought about it hard enough... he could still taste her and feel her small, soft fingers sifting through his hair while her soft moans and sighs vibrated between their lips. But he quickly doused those thoughts, as they began to bring the warm shivers, the clench in his stomach, and the knot in his throat that came as side affects to those sorts of slips of emotions. No. He reestablished his wall. Meanwhile Scott saw that brief hole in Logan's wall of solitude, saw his tense muscles slacken for a split second, and the chips of ice that where his eyes melted. But they quickly refroze, the thaw gone as soon as it had come.
"Well, that would just make you a pedophile, wouldn't it?" Scott commented, quietly, wondering if he could get Logan to keep talking. It was interesting... for a moment, he could have sworn Logan was lying, and that he did feel something for Nicole. Given that "Logan" and "feelings" were two words that never met, it was extremely interesting.
Scott watched Logan scoot backwards and prop himself against the wall, sighing. "I guess so." Logan mumbled softly. No sarcasm, no smirk, no pun intended... No Loganism at all...
Scott wondered, was what Logan displayed himself as, gruff, rude, emotionless, the real Logan? Intrigued, Scott sat back on his pillows on the bed, observing Logan closely. "Well, have you...er... 'wanted' anyone... as... young as Nicole... before?" he asked, feeling awkward and trying to put it in a way so Logan wouldn't feel offended. That was first.
Logan furrowed his brow. "She's not that young." he protested.
This time, Scott snorted with actual amusement. "Oh, sure. And I guess you were about to say that you're not that old?" he teased, laughing at Logan's offended look.
Logan made a bit of a face; it was generally fairly easy to forget how little he really knew about himself. "You know I'm not sure how old I am..."
Scott couldn't resist running with that. "So for all you know, you could be twice her age." A pause. "Or more." He'd been about to say, 'for all you know, you could be as old as her father', but that was something he simply did not want to contemplate.
Logan frowned. "It's not exactly my fault that I've developed this... obsession. Over her." he said at last, running his hand over his chin.
Scott could hear the slight scritchy noise that the other man's stubble made against his palm. He raised an eyebrow, which Logan noted, did absolutely nothing to intimidate him without the glasses. "Oh? Then whose is it?" he prodded. He was extremely curious now. It was one thing to deny that you have no control over who you fall in love with, but with obsession it was totally different. Unless...
Logan glared at him, "Hers. I mean, the girl goes around taking showers without locking the door to make sure no one will walk in on her for chrissake... is it really my fault that it all started that way?"
"You mean... you walked in on her and..?"
"Yup."
"And you saw... her naked?"
"Well, no. But topless and braless. Yes."
Scott made a choked noise of disbelief. "No."
"Yes."
There was a brief silence as Scott mulled that particular bit over, and Logan tried to change the subject. Having his obsession analyzed was not really what he wanted to do with his morning. "Well, I don't think I'm the only one who has some explaining to do... I've definitely seen the way you look at Katie." He paused for a very short moment, not giving Scott time to respond. "She was the girl you felt up at the dance too, wasn't she?"
Scott blushed, his mouth wide open, looking like a shocked school boy (in Logan's opinion) with those startlingly blue eyes, wide and round. "I-well, yes... but that has nothing to do with anything!" he denied while Logan laughed huskily.
"Nothing to do with anything? Please, Scout. Don't deny that ever since then that you've been somewhat infatuated with her. Always looking at her when you think no one else is watching."
Scott sighed, deciding that it might be a good idea to just tell someone. After all, Logan was as guilty as he was, so it's not like he'd be telling anyone. "Somewhat infatuated?" he replied, with a light tinge of bitterness. "Maybe in the beginning... but not any more." He paused, hating the term Logan had used, but it fit far too well. "More of an obsession."
Logan raised an eyebrow and began, "Obsession? Like mine? Or possibly... worse... I know how you were with J-"
Scott's eyes flashed, "Yes." he cut Logan off. "Possibly worse. Only I haven't gone and tried to eat her face off quite yet." He smirked, surveying Logan in an almost smug way. Somehow, this 'heart to heart' had turned into the battle of the egos.
"That doesn't mean you haven't wanted to." Logan replied a bit sullenly, he hadn't tried to eat her face off exactly, though he would have liked to. It really had only been a kiss, though he'd really enjoyed it. And who was to say Scott wouldn't have, had he been given the chance? Grumpily, Logan expressed this notion to Scott, who snorted with disgust.
"No Logan, I highly doubt it. No matter how much we have in common with this 'obsession'... I refuse to even consider the fact that I might end up having as little self control as you do." Scott lied through his teeth. You liar. You did lose your self-control, and your actions last night are proof of it. But he would never let Logan know what he had done. He'd never live it down.
"Somehow I doubt even someone as perfect as you are would be able to resist the temptation." Logan replied semi-sarcastically, actually using a three-syllable word in a 'casual' conversation. He was rather hoping to needle Scott into admitting something (because there were simply too many situations that allowed students and teachers to be alone together, for anyone with worse of an obsession than himself (as though this was some great standard) to have kept their cool). And it would be nice to be the lesser of the two perverts in the room.
Scott gave him 'the look' though it was sort of hard to see that for what it was since the glasses had been deleted from the picture. That look that made all emotion drain out of his face and leave a relatively blank emotion there that didn't reveal whether he was pissed, or couldn't care less. It was usually hard to tell beneath the glasses, but without them he could see the anger in those bright blue eyes. "Logan. Let me just answer the question that your attempting to ask me. I have never and will never attempt to make out with Katie." Not when she's conscious at least...
Both newly inducted members of the (newly formed) pedophile club were about to initiate some change in conversation subject, when the overly cheerful bell rang. Scott looked momentarily panic-stricken. "Shit!" He hissed enthusiastically. "I have a class!" That would be great, wouldn't it? Being late for his own class... and he needed to give out a test, too. Jumping up, he dashed for the door.
He hardly made it to the door before Logan yanked him back by the back of his shirt, barking angrily in his face, "You idiot! Are you insane? You can't seriously think that you could leave this room without wearing your glasses." he growled, but that wasn't all. "I'm not stupid, I know these shades are the only reason you can take off your glasses. You just caught me off guard before... so don't go thinking that I would just let you run out without your glasses. You'd crisp your class to bits before you could start that test. Pity."
Scott gave Logan a look, half-irritated and half-almost-grateful for having been spared crisping his class (or the hallway) to unrecognizable bits. "I'm glad to hear you sound concerned for someone else's welfare other than your own." He shook Logan off roughly. "Or is that just because Nicole's in my class?" He asked, grabbing the sunglasses off of the bed where he'd left them, and jamming them unhappily on to his nose.
Logan gaped at Scott. "No." he denied, "It's just that, I would be blamed. Seeing as I was the only other person in the room who could have warned you. If I didn't stop you, I'd be in so much trouble..." he mumbled, his sentence trailing off as he tried not to consider the consequences.
Scott stared blandly at Logan behind the impassive glasses. "Oh, like you weren't in trouble before? For reasons unknown?" Scott commented, brushing himself off and straightening his shirt.
Logan grunted gruffly, lip curling unpleasantly. "Shut up and go off to your class. I have better things to do other than talking to you." he growled. The mood of guilt and some sort of understanding that had been hovering in the air during their conversation promptly died as Logan brushed past Scott and out the door, taking long strides in the direction of the Danger Room. Off for a stress relieving workout no doubt.