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Time Warp: Chapter 2-School Days: Glass Jaw
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Logan absently rubbed at his chin, grinning slightly at the fact that he still had facial hair. He propped his elbow on his desk, leaning his cheek against his palm and staring out the window.
He found himself being thrown from his thoughts when a hand slapped down on his desk, causing him to look up.
"Not a good way to start your first day of school Mr...Logan is it?" A tall, librarian-looking woman with dull copper colored hair and half cut glasses asked, staring at Logan with a disapproving look on her face.
"It's jus' Logan, no Mister." he mumbled, glaring at the teacher.
"Well, Logan, I'd assume this being your first day that you would make a greater effort to pay attention in class and make good impressions on your teachers." The woman snapped grudgingly.
Logan let out a short laugh. Like he really cared about impressing the teachers? He was a grown man, though not in appearance due to his current situation, but still an adult none-the-less. He wasn't a teenager, and he didn't care about paying attention in class, or grades, or being kind to teachers, since he shouldn't be in school long anyways.
The angry history teacher gave Logan a stern look. "If this is such a big joke to you Sir, why don't you explain to Principal Kelly how funny it is?" she pointed to the classroom door, gesturing for Logan to leave.
With a heavy sigh, Logan stood up and marched out of the classroom, ignoring the whispers and laughing from some of the other students in the class.
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"So, how do you think Logan's doing so far with school?" Kurt asked Rogue with a mild smirk on his face as they stood talking just near his locker.
She shrugged. "I dunno. I'll be surprised if he hasn't gotten in trouble fur somethin' yet though."
"Speaking of which..." Kurt said, turning to glance over his shoulder.
Logan was walking casually down the hall, a scowl on his face and his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his leather jacket, mumbling curses to himself.
"Hey, Logan!" Kurt called after him, closing his locker and walking toward the Canadian, followed by Rogue.
Logan turned sharply and nodded to Kurt and Rogue. "Yeh, what is it?" he grumbled.
"Where're you going?" Rogue asked with a raised eyebrow, adjusting the backpack on her shoulder.
Logan just cleared his throat roughly and glanced sideways at the 'Exit' door at the end of the hall. "S'posed ta be goin' ta the Principal's. I'm goin' fer a smoke." he mumbled.
Kurt's eyes widened and he laughed. "You got sent to Principal Kelly's already?!"
Logan glared at the image-induced Kurt, causing the boy to shut his mouth and immediately wipe the smile off his face.
"How could you? It's only been the first class o' the day!" Rogue blurted, mildly surprised.
Logan just shook his head. "Ferget it. Ain't you two s'posed ta be in class?"
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Oh yeh, Kurt was jus' gettin' stuff outta his locker an' I needed to get some photo-copies fur a class."
"Oh ja." Kurt said with a nod. "Well, we better get going." he waved and took off down the hallway.
"Try not ta get inta too much trouble, huh Logan?" Rogue told him with a laugh as she walked away.
Logan just shook his head, pulling a cigar from his jacket pocket as he headed toward the door to the courtyard.
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Leaning against the old brick wall of the school in a corner of the building with no windows, Logan pulled a silver Zippo from his pocket and lit the cigar he had dangling out of his mouth.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you Logan." came a soft, female voice, carrying an air of humor and smugness.
Logan glanced up where his brown eyes contacted with Jean's green ones. "Yeh, why not?" he rumbled, cigar still clamped firmly between his teeth.
"There's no smoking on school grounds, a teacher might catch you." she answered, a perky tone to her voice that lost the meaning in her warning.
Logan shrugged, taking a puff on his cigar, then slowly letting the smoke flow out of his mouth. "Ya think I care Red?" he grinned wolfishly, watching Jean roll her eyes as she turned on her heel and walked away.
Just when Logan thought he would get to finish his cigar in peace, that stupid jock that Scott always fought with started towards him from the courtyard. 'Dumb jock', he thought wryly, watching the kid saunter towards him, obviously trying to make some sort of, 'I'm a jock and I'm better than you', statement with his letter jacket.
"Hey, new guy!" the blonde boy called as he approached Logan. "You're the Canuck that came from the freak place aren't you?" he sneered, obviously trying to pick a fight. As if Logan cared.
"Yeh, what's yer point...'Duncan'?" Logan growled threateningly.
"How do *you* know my name?" The jock tossed back, glaring down at the much shorter 'teen'.
Logan gestured toward the kid's chest with his cigar. "It's written on yer jacket, brainiac." he said sarcastically.
Duncan scowled, staring this new guy down, though Logan didn't appear threatened at all, and that kind of freaked him out. "Logan, right?" he didn't wait for an answer. "Listen mutie, we don't want any more of your kind in this school, so if you even think about starting something, you better know you've gotta go through me first."
Logan laughed out loud, then took another long drag of his cigar and tossed it's remains on the ground, stomping it out with his boot. "Look bub, if ya don't want me ta start somethin', ya better get the hell outta my face." he growled, turning serious.
Duncan's eye twitched and he continued staring down at the short Canadian, his face twisted into a snarl. "Why I oughtta..." he started, pounding a clenched fist into his palm, prepared to strike. He was stopped suddenly, by a hand on his shoulder, forcing him back. "Summers!?" Duncan yelled in surprise, turning around and staring at the slim boy.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Scott told him, cocking his head towards Logan.
"Yeh, and why not?!" Duncan yelled defiantly. Scott Summers was NOT going to tell *him* what to do. Never in a million years.
"'Cause I'd break yer jaw." Logan said smugly, pushing past Duncan and making his way back toward the the building entrance.
"Arghh..." Duncan started after Logan, but Scott stood in his way. "Outta my way Summers!" he snarled.
Scott put his hand to his sunglasses. "Don't be a jerk Duncan." he shook his head, dropping his hand, and started to walk away. "He *would* break your jaw too..." he mumbled as he left Duncan dumbfounded and angry.
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Time Warp: Chapter 2-School Days: Glass Jaw
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Logan absently rubbed at his chin, grinning slightly at the fact that he still had facial hair. He propped his elbow on his desk, leaning his cheek against his palm and staring out the window.
He found himself being thrown from his thoughts when a hand slapped down on his desk, causing him to look up.
"Not a good way to start your first day of school Mr...Logan is it?" A tall, librarian-looking woman with dull copper colored hair and half cut glasses asked, staring at Logan with a disapproving look on her face.
"It's jus' Logan, no Mister." he mumbled, glaring at the teacher.
"Well, Logan, I'd assume this being your first day that you would make a greater effort to pay attention in class and make good impressions on your teachers." The woman snapped grudgingly.
Logan let out a short laugh. Like he really cared about impressing the teachers? He was a grown man, though not in appearance due to his current situation, but still an adult none-the-less. He wasn't a teenager, and he didn't care about paying attention in class, or grades, or being kind to teachers, since he shouldn't be in school long anyways.
The angry history teacher gave Logan a stern look. "If this is such a big joke to you Sir, why don't you explain to Principal Kelly how funny it is?" she pointed to the classroom door, gesturing for Logan to leave.
With a heavy sigh, Logan stood up and marched out of the classroom, ignoring the whispers and laughing from some of the other students in the class.
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"So, how do you think Logan's doing so far with school?" Kurt asked Rogue with a mild smirk on his face as they stood talking just near his locker.
She shrugged. "I dunno. I'll be surprised if he hasn't gotten in trouble fur somethin' yet though."
"Speaking of which..." Kurt said, turning to glance over his shoulder.
Logan was walking casually down the hall, a scowl on his face and his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his leather jacket, mumbling curses to himself.
"Hey, Logan!" Kurt called after him, closing his locker and walking toward the Canadian, followed by Rogue.
Logan turned sharply and nodded to Kurt and Rogue. "Yeh, what is it?" he grumbled.
"Where're you going?" Rogue asked with a raised eyebrow, adjusting the backpack on her shoulder.
Logan just cleared his throat roughly and glanced sideways at the 'Exit' door at the end of the hall. "S'posed ta be goin' ta the Principal's. I'm goin' fer a smoke." he mumbled.
Kurt's eyes widened and he laughed. "You got sent to Principal Kelly's already?!"
Logan glared at the image-induced Kurt, causing the boy to shut his mouth and immediately wipe the smile off his face.
"How could you? It's only been the first class o' the day!" Rogue blurted, mildly surprised.
Logan just shook his head. "Ferget it. Ain't you two s'posed ta be in class?"
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Oh yeh, Kurt was jus' gettin' stuff outta his locker an' I needed to get some photo-copies fur a class."
"Oh ja." Kurt said with a nod. "Well, we better get going." he waved and took off down the hallway.
"Try not ta get inta too much trouble, huh Logan?" Rogue told him with a laugh as she walked away.
Logan just shook his head, pulling a cigar from his jacket pocket as he headed toward the door to the courtyard.
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Leaning against the old brick wall of the school in a corner of the building with no windows, Logan pulled a silver Zippo from his pocket and lit the cigar he had dangling out of his mouth.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you Logan." came a soft, female voice, carrying an air of humor and smugness.
Logan glanced up where his brown eyes contacted with Jean's green ones. "Yeh, why not?" he rumbled, cigar still clamped firmly between his teeth.
"There's no smoking on school grounds, a teacher might catch you." she answered, a perky tone to her voice that lost the meaning in her warning.
Logan shrugged, taking a puff on his cigar, then slowly letting the smoke flow out of his mouth. "Ya think I care Red?" he grinned wolfishly, watching Jean roll her eyes as she turned on her heel and walked away.
Just when Logan thought he would get to finish his cigar in peace, that stupid jock that Scott always fought with started towards him from the courtyard. 'Dumb jock', he thought wryly, watching the kid saunter towards him, obviously trying to make some sort of, 'I'm a jock and I'm better than you', statement with his letter jacket.
"Hey, new guy!" the blonde boy called as he approached Logan. "You're the Canuck that came from the freak place aren't you?" he sneered, obviously trying to pick a fight. As if Logan cared.
"Yeh, what's yer point...'Duncan'?" Logan growled threateningly.
"How do *you* know my name?" The jock tossed back, glaring down at the much shorter 'teen'.
Logan gestured toward the kid's chest with his cigar. "It's written on yer jacket, brainiac." he said sarcastically.
Duncan scowled, staring this new guy down, though Logan didn't appear threatened at all, and that kind of freaked him out. "Logan, right?" he didn't wait for an answer. "Listen mutie, we don't want any more of your kind in this school, so if you even think about starting something, you better know you've gotta go through me first."
Logan laughed out loud, then took another long drag of his cigar and tossed it's remains on the ground, stomping it out with his boot. "Look bub, if ya don't want me ta start somethin', ya better get the hell outta my face." he growled, turning serious.
Duncan's eye twitched and he continued staring down at the short Canadian, his face twisted into a snarl. "Why I oughtta..." he started, pounding a clenched fist into his palm, prepared to strike. He was stopped suddenly, by a hand on his shoulder, forcing him back. "Summers!?" Duncan yelled in surprise, turning around and staring at the slim boy.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Scott told him, cocking his head towards Logan.
"Yeh, and why not?!" Duncan yelled defiantly. Scott Summers was NOT going to tell *him* what to do. Never in a million years.
"'Cause I'd break yer jaw." Logan said smugly, pushing past Duncan and making his way back toward the the building entrance.
"Arghh..." Duncan started after Logan, but Scott stood in his way. "Outta my way Summers!" he snarled.
Scott put his hand to his sunglasses. "Don't be a jerk Duncan." he shook his head, dropping his hand, and started to walk away. "He *would* break your jaw too..." he mumbled as he left Duncan dumbfounded and angry.
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