Katie sat off to herself at dinner that night, actually not next to Nicole for once. Rather, she was between Arch and Kitty, and Nicole was several seats down. Dinner, despite the nice warm "comfort food" of chicken pie and mashed potatoes, and the number of people on either side, she felt rather alone. It was bad enough trying to hold a decent conversation with her "boyfriend" when thinking of the note, without Nicole being miffed as well.

Nicole wasn't exactly better off either; she would have rather been sitting with Katie despite her miffyness than have to sit where she was sitting, next to Bobby and directly across from Logan. Damn him! Whenever she wanted to be free of him, he made a point of popping up everywhere. So she was in a quite similar predicament, minus the naughty note. Though it didn't make much of a difference since the object of her somewhat garbled affections was sitting directly across from her, eyeing his own shirt (which she had neglected to change out of) in interest.

Bobby was not enjoying his evening much either. He had nothing against Nicole wearing baggier clothing... but did she really need to wear a man's (another man's, to be more specific) shirt? It didn't look like it would be anything Nicole would have bought for herself, which brought up the question of where she would have gotten it from. Rather than ask such a delicate question in front of the obviously staring (and extremely creepy - wasn't Nicole too young for him? Was Logan some sort of pedophile?) Logan, Bobby ignored it, and kept an obviously proprietary arm around Nicole's shoulders, touching her (arm, face or neck, he had some self control) as much as possible.

Not that Nicole didn't appreciate Bobby's gesture of protectiveness, but the brief brush of his fingers over her face and neck began to tickle after a while, making her flinch, which in turn made Logan smirk. Bobby frowned, hurt by Nicole's flinches. "You alright, 'Cole?" He mumbled, peering down at his girlfriend's face concernedly.

Nicole, who had been in the middle of a daydream about leaving everyone in the dining hall and going up to go to sleep and perhaps having 'a good dream about flying or something', jumped in surprise. "What?!" she squeaked loudly, turning to face Bobby so quickly that her hair whipped his face.

He recoiled slightly, wincing at the sharp sting of her hair across his face. "Are you alright 'Cole?" He asked again, feeling a bit put out that she wasn't paying much attention to him. "You're twitching."

"Ooh! You're just tickling me, that's all," Nicole replied, truthfully, doing her best to ignore the still-smirking Logan across from her, despite the fact that she liked the way he looked when he did that...

Bobby's cheeks flushed pink, "Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't know that you were that ticklish." he apologized, settling his hand on her shoulder and stroking it through her shirt. Nicole smiled and was about to tell Bobby that it didn't bother her that much but didn't have the chance.

Logan apparently felt the urge to jump into their conversation. "Yes Icecube, didn't you know? Nicole is extremely ticklish." Logan drawled lazily, smirking in that slow way that made all of the fangirls melt.

Bobby gaped like a gaping goldfish. His eyes darted from Nicole to Logan and back rapidly. "What..?!"

Nicole blushed, half from rage at his insinuation and half at the intense embarrassment that she would have enjoyed what he insinuated. "Its not what you think!" she squeaked at Bobby semi-frantically, looking back and forth between the two males involved in her twisted triangle.

Bobby looked as though he didn't know what to think, and so was more than a little confused, but still angry at the idea of Logan touching his girlfriend at all. Logan, on the other hand, sat there almost passively in a content silence, that sexy, evil smirk still upon his face.

Nicole glared at Logan, who continued to seem unfazed by her rage, he merely continued to smirk. "Bobby, don't believe a word he says. He just likes to get people all riled up for no good reason. He has absolutely no idea what he's talking about." she snapped, folding her arms over her chest.

Logan raised an eyebrow, "Oh, don't I?" He mused, chuckling when Nicole gaped at him open mouthed.

Bobby glared at Logan. What was going on? Was there something that he should know about? Bobby, angry right then, decided that he hated Logan. Hated the smug, self-satisfied way Logan looked over Nicole right then, the way he seemed to feel he could have his way with anyone, regardless of age. Bobby glared at him. "Pedophile," he muttered acidly, just loud enough for Logan to hear.

Logan did not look fazed, he'd been expecting that, and instead just widened his nasty smirk. "I prefer my women fully grown," he commented in reply, giving Nicole a pointed stare.

If Nicole wasn't gawking at Logan like an idiot before, she certainly was after that comment, a bright red tint high on her cheeks. "Y-you bastard!" she hissed, not knowing whether to strangle him or to cover herself. She settled for standing up in indignation. I'm pretty close to full grown... girls stop growing around 16 anyways... but who cares? I'm not supposed to be thinking about pleasing Logan!

"Ah... haven't been called that name in a while... I was beginning to think that you were starting to like me." Logan drawled, looking up at her through his lashes, which had a quite nice effect on Nicole's stomach, making it jump pleasantly.

"I would never begin to take a liking to some one like you, Logan. I don't make a habit of befriending no-good, egotistical, bastards." she growled.

Logan did not reply right away, merely making purposeful eye contact. So you won't befriend them, his look seemed to say, but you like it when they kiss you?

Nicole glared at him, trying to ignore the flipping and flopping of her stomach.

He smirked in reply. You're wearing my shirt, this look said. How much can you really hate me?

Now, Nicole wasn't exactly sure if she could just read the obvious looks on his face, or if that she could hear his mind thinking those things along with making the faces. Either or, the message was quite loud and clear. She opened her mouth to reply, but decided that it wasn't exactly a good idea to let it slip that she was wearing his shirt in front of Bobby. She settled for, "I hate you so much, I can hardly form the words for bursting with fury." she growled through her clenched teeth.

Logan raised his eyebrows and gave her a look. This time, Nicole could tell that what she interpreted as words were his thoughts, which clearly said, Can hardly form the words without bursting with fury? Or can hardly form the words because it's a lie?

- - -

"So, what were you and Logan arguing about this time?" Katie asked Nicole nonchalantly, wandering about their room aimlessly, making sure nothing of hers was out of place. She was wearing only the sweatshirt to sleep in, and the smell of it brightening her mood. "Whose bed to meet in for hot passionate sex?" she suggested, maybe if she made jokes about it often enough, Nicole would relax about Logan for once?

Nicole shivered for a moment, considering the lovely mental pictures that filled her head before snorting indignantly. "Oh yes Katie, we've came to the decision that we're going to his room to have deliciously hot, and wild sex all over it." Nicole mumbled moodily as she kicked off her pants, (leaving Logan's shirt on for an extremely nice, sexy smelling pajama shirt) and sat on her bed.

"Just remember to use protection," Katie commented, brushing her hair out, watching it flick in the mirror. "Wouldn't want any Logan-Nicole hybrids running around." She turned to shoot Nicole and exaggeratedly disgusted face. "They'd be impossible to live with."