Set in Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Mutants – sometime in the future.
I don't know much about X-Men & I'm sorry if I get any facts wrong.
Copyright stuff: Obviously I don't own the X-Men e.g. Logan, Professor X, Jean Grey and Cyclops. They belong to whoever they belong to. But any original characters, e.g. Layla, are mine and not for sale. Lol.
Enjoy! And a happy new year to you all!
By the way, I know this is a bit short & I'm sorry, butI will be updating as much as I can.
It was quiet at the school. The holidays had been begun a week ago, with plenty of excited mutant children running riot, their numbers slowly decreasing as they disappeared off home for the holidays. Only those that lived permanently at the school remained now.
A black cat lay outside on the grass, the sun glinting on its soft fur. Stretching out lazily, she yawned, exposing a salmon-pink tongue and sharp white teeth. As the maw closed, she blinked slowly. Blue eyes gazed out over the grass, relaxed, comfortable, bored.
"Layla!" A man's voice was calling. The voice was familiar.
Black ears flickered. The cat glanced over. The eyes blinked once more.
A girl sat there. She was in her mid-teens. Long dark hair flowed down her back and her blue eyes watched the world lazily, but alert. She rose to her feet leisurely.
A tall man in his thirties called her again. "Layla!"
She turned, "I'm coming, Scott! Chill!"
"You do enough of that for the both of us." He retorted, as she sauntered over.
A slow grin spread over her face. "What else is there to do? It's not like there's anyone here."
He walked beside her. "I'm here, aren't I? You can always come find me if you're bored."
"Not when you're with Professor Gray. I don't really wanna walk in on you guys. Kinda scared of what I might find."
"You cheeky little…" He was lost for words.
Her laugh rang out. "I'm only speaking the truth, Scott."
"Cut it out," he mumbled, his cheeks reddening.
She laughed again, delighting in her plain speaking to her professor.