I do not own X-Men, I only own Angela Hoxit.
Thoughts look like this :: ~_______ ~
Dreams look like this :: ________
Regular Dialouge looks like this :: "_____"
"Silver Mirrors"
"Joyride"
Chapter 3
Angela stared back at the man before her, as did he to her. His eyes never
strayed from her face.
"You had a nice rack."
Logan said with a smirk. Angela leapt at him, pining him against the wall and
bringing her claws to his throat once more.
"Say that again and I'll slice you open here and now!"
She snarled, pressing one blade against his skin, causing a thin cut.
"Nice rack."
He said again. Angela felt her hand quiver with anger, but she couldn't bring herself
to kill him. She still held her claws in place, trying to keep a threat going.
"Shut up!"
She felt her face grow hotter with embarrassment and anger.
"Make me."
Logan shot back childishly, daring her to hurt him.
"Pervert!"
Angela yelled, pulling away her claws and retracting them.
~I can't believe I'm somewhat like this idiot.~
She thought angrily.
~Give him time.~
"Get out of my head!"
Angela shouted, clasping her hand to the sides of her head.
"Wheels getting in your mind again?"
"Yes! And he better stop if he knows what's good for him!"
She grumbled, still pretty pissed off at Logan's previous comment. Feeling some guilt,
Logan walked up to Angela, who kept her back to him.
"Look, sorry about the 'rack' thing."
"Apology accepted."
Angela turned around, slowly holding out her hand. The two shook hands just
as the door opened.
"Come on, Angela. I'll show you to your room."
Jean motioned for Angela to follow.
"They're letting me stay? Oh well… at least the police won't think to look for
me here."
Angela began to walk after Jean, giving one last glance at Logan, who gave a slight
smile in return.
"Maybe the guy isn't so bad after all."
Jean led Angela to a room that was two doors down from Logan's, which
Angela didn't mind too much.
"How long are you going to let me stay?"
Angela asked.
"The Professor is still thinking about that. But don't worry, he's not going to
toss you out on the curb with the trash."
Jean laughed a little at her pathetic attempt at a joke. Angela smiled politely, then
went into her room and closed the door. The bed was pretty big, looking to be very
comfortable and fluffy. The room seemed to be fully furnished, except clothes.
Luckily, she found that the clothes she came in- a green t-shirt, black jeans, a black
leather jacket, black boots, and undergarments- were placed neatly on the foot of the
bed. As she took a seat on the bed, there came a knock at the door.
"Come in."
The door opened, revealing the young girl who'd walked in when Logan and Angela
were attacking on another. Beside her stood a boy about the girl's age, and a bit taller.
"Hi! We're the welcoming committee! I'm Rogue and this is Bobby.
"Angela."
Rogue smiled.
"Sorry about walking in on you two. I didn't know Logan had lady friends."
"I'm not a 'lady friend'. I accidentally went into his room and- well, we were
attacking one another. So don't go jumping to conclusions!"
Angela explained quickly.
"Oh! Sorry! Anyway, I came by to say 'Hi'. And if you need anything, I'll be
in the student dorm area. Nice to meet you, Angela."
"Dinner's at 6:00."
She and Bobby smiled at Angela, being very friendly.
"Thanks, Rogue. Bobby."
The young couple then left, closing the door and leaving Angela alone to her
thoughts.
~Nice kids. But they'd have nothing to do with me if they really knew me.~
Angela sighed sadly to herself. She glanced up at the clock and saw it was almost 4:30
in the afternoon.
"Shit! How long was I out?"
She reached over and grabbed her clothes, pulling them on then heading out the door.
She wanted to get a head start on finding the dinning area.
As she wandered the building, having no luck in finding food and it was 5:00
already, she found herself outside and near a garage. Curious, she went inside and was
met with the sight of numerous lines of cars and motorcycles. One of the motorcycles
caught her eye right away. She rushed over to it; a dark shinning blue with the rest all
black. She was completely in awe at the machine. She'd always wanted one, but never
went through in buying one. Angela then heard the sound of boots walking on cement
and whirled around to find Logan walking into the garage.
"That's one of Scooter's. But I ride it often."
"It's awesome."
"Want a ride?"
"No. I'll pass."
"What are you? Chicken?"
Logan smirked as he came over beside Angela.
"Of course not!"
She then took a seat on the bike and turned the key, which was already in the
ignition.
"Come on."
Angela smiled up at Logan, who sat down in front of her with hesitation. Putting her
arms around his waist, the two drove out of the garage and sped down the driveway.
"Fast, huh?"
Logan called back. Angela nodded, holding tight to him so as not to fall off.
Thoughts look like this :: ~_______ ~
Dreams look like this :: ________
Regular Dialouge looks like this :: "_____"
"Silver Mirrors"
"Joyride"
Chapter 3
Angela stared back at the man before her, as did he to her. His eyes never
strayed from her face.
"You had a nice rack."
Logan said with a smirk. Angela leapt at him, pining him against the wall and
bringing her claws to his throat once more.
"Say that again and I'll slice you open here and now!"
She snarled, pressing one blade against his skin, causing a thin cut.
"Nice rack."
He said again. Angela felt her hand quiver with anger, but she couldn't bring herself
to kill him. She still held her claws in place, trying to keep a threat going.
"Shut up!"
She felt her face grow hotter with embarrassment and anger.
"Make me."
Logan shot back childishly, daring her to hurt him.
"Pervert!"
Angela yelled, pulling away her claws and retracting them.
~I can't believe I'm somewhat like this idiot.~
She thought angrily.
~Give him time.~
"Get out of my head!"
Angela shouted, clasping her hand to the sides of her head.
"Wheels getting in your mind again?"
"Yes! And he better stop if he knows what's good for him!"
She grumbled, still pretty pissed off at Logan's previous comment. Feeling some guilt,
Logan walked up to Angela, who kept her back to him.
"Look, sorry about the 'rack' thing."
"Apology accepted."
Angela turned around, slowly holding out her hand. The two shook hands just
as the door opened.
"Come on, Angela. I'll show you to your room."
Jean motioned for Angela to follow.
"They're letting me stay? Oh well… at least the police won't think to look for
me here."
Angela began to walk after Jean, giving one last glance at Logan, who gave a slight
smile in return.
"Maybe the guy isn't so bad after all."
Jean led Angela to a room that was two doors down from Logan's, which
Angela didn't mind too much.
"How long are you going to let me stay?"
Angela asked.
"The Professor is still thinking about that. But don't worry, he's not going to
toss you out on the curb with the trash."
Jean laughed a little at her pathetic attempt at a joke. Angela smiled politely, then
went into her room and closed the door. The bed was pretty big, looking to be very
comfortable and fluffy. The room seemed to be fully furnished, except clothes.
Luckily, she found that the clothes she came in- a green t-shirt, black jeans, a black
leather jacket, black boots, and undergarments- were placed neatly on the foot of the
bed. As she took a seat on the bed, there came a knock at the door.
"Come in."
The door opened, revealing the young girl who'd walked in when Logan and Angela
were attacking on another. Beside her stood a boy about the girl's age, and a bit taller.
"Hi! We're the welcoming committee! I'm Rogue and this is Bobby.
"Angela."
Rogue smiled.
"Sorry about walking in on you two. I didn't know Logan had lady friends."
"I'm not a 'lady friend'. I accidentally went into his room and- well, we were
attacking one another. So don't go jumping to conclusions!"
Angela explained quickly.
"Oh! Sorry! Anyway, I came by to say 'Hi'. And if you need anything, I'll be
in the student dorm area. Nice to meet you, Angela."
"Dinner's at 6:00."
She and Bobby smiled at Angela, being very friendly.
"Thanks, Rogue. Bobby."
The young couple then left, closing the door and leaving Angela alone to her
thoughts.
~Nice kids. But they'd have nothing to do with me if they really knew me.~
Angela sighed sadly to herself. She glanced up at the clock and saw it was almost 4:30
in the afternoon.
"Shit! How long was I out?"
She reached over and grabbed her clothes, pulling them on then heading out the door.
She wanted to get a head start on finding the dinning area.
As she wandered the building, having no luck in finding food and it was 5:00
already, she found herself outside and near a garage. Curious, she went inside and was
met with the sight of numerous lines of cars and motorcycles. One of the motorcycles
caught her eye right away. She rushed over to it; a dark shinning blue with the rest all
black. She was completely in awe at the machine. She'd always wanted one, but never
went through in buying one. Angela then heard the sound of boots walking on cement
and whirled around to find Logan walking into the garage.
"That's one of Scooter's. But I ride it often."
"It's awesome."
"Want a ride?"
"No. I'll pass."
"What are you? Chicken?"
Logan smirked as he came over beside Angela.
"Of course not!"
She then took a seat on the bike and turned the key, which was already in the
ignition.
"Come on."
Angela smiled up at Logan, who sat down in front of her with hesitation. Putting her
arms around his waist, the two drove out of the garage and sped down the driveway.
"Fast, huh?"
Logan called back. Angela nodded, holding tight to him so as not to fall off.