Ororo took me to the gym and it was HUGE! There was a ton of work out
equipment on one side and mats, punching bags, a rope, and stuff like that
on the other. The only other person in the gym was a guy attacking one of
the punching bags and let me tell you, it was dead.
Ororo whispered, "That is Logan. He seams to think that that punching bag is Sabertooth. He does not look to happy, you can see him another time, ok?"
I quickly agreed. I first really saw Logan that night at dinner. I sat down next to Ororo with an empty spot on the other side of me. Half way through dinner, Ororo glanced behind her and grinned. "Here comes Logan. Cute, is he not?"
Ok, cute was an understatement. This guy was REALLY hot! He was really tan, with dark brown hair and eyes and his sideburns were grown so long they looked like a kind of strange beard. As I looked at him he simply stared back, his face completely expressionless. I blushed and looked away. A bald man in a wheelchair came in then and came over to me.
"Hello. My name is Professor Charles Xavier. I am the founder of this school."
He had a nice deep voice that had some sort of European accent. Then he introduced the rest of the people at the table.
"This is Jean Grey," he said pointing to the red haired woman across from me, "That is Scott Summers and this is Marie." He indicated the girl next to him who could not have been older than 17. She had chestnut brown hair with a white streak in the front. She shook my hand and said hello in a thick Southern drawl.
"Excuse me, but where are we?" I asked, everyone here had a different accent.
"Of course, how silly of me," said the Professor, smiling slightly, "This is Westchester, New York, not far from where Logan found you."
I grunted and glanced at Logan. He was still staring at me impudently. This time however, I stared right back. He smirked, winked and began to eat.
Ororo whispered, "That is Logan. He seams to think that that punching bag is Sabertooth. He does not look to happy, you can see him another time, ok?"
I quickly agreed. I first really saw Logan that night at dinner. I sat down next to Ororo with an empty spot on the other side of me. Half way through dinner, Ororo glanced behind her and grinned. "Here comes Logan. Cute, is he not?"
Ok, cute was an understatement. This guy was REALLY hot! He was really tan, with dark brown hair and eyes and his sideburns were grown so long they looked like a kind of strange beard. As I looked at him he simply stared back, his face completely expressionless. I blushed and looked away. A bald man in a wheelchair came in then and came over to me.
"Hello. My name is Professor Charles Xavier. I am the founder of this school."
He had a nice deep voice that had some sort of European accent. Then he introduced the rest of the people at the table.
"This is Jean Grey," he said pointing to the red haired woman across from me, "That is Scott Summers and this is Marie." He indicated the girl next to him who could not have been older than 17. She had chestnut brown hair with a white streak in the front. She shook my hand and said hello in a thick Southern drawl.
"Excuse me, but where are we?" I asked, everyone here had a different accent.
"Of course, how silly of me," said the Professor, smiling slightly, "This is Westchester, New York, not far from where Logan found you."
I grunted and glanced at Logan. He was still staring at me impudently. This time however, I stared right back. He smirked, winked and began to eat.