Chapter VII

Night Life

We got to school and placed my things in a private room.

"The Professor wants you stay in a private room until we figure out what your mutation is, OK?" Jean asked me when we were done unloading all my stuff.

That's right, I never did tell them about the fire. But, they must know, I mean they can read my mind. Oh, well. Hey, if it gets me my own room, then I'm cool with it.

"Yeah, sure that's fine," I answered in a 'my own room? Of course it's OK' kind of voice.

She smiled.

"My and Scott's room is just down the hall, so if you need anything during the night don't hesitate to ask, OK?" Jean said, in a kind of serious voice.

I nodded.

Yeah, right! Like I was really going to bug them two in the middle of the night. I think NOT! If you catch my drift. If I need anything I'll go wake up Ororo.

I woke up a lot during the night. By the 5th time I decided to go down stairs and watch some TV. It was 3:30a.m. and nothing was on.

"What are you doing up?" a man's voice came from behind me.

I jumped up off the couch and turned to face him. It was Logan. He was in a white tank top and jeans. (A/N: and when I say 'in jeans', I don't mean Dr. Grey, but maybe later)

"I couldn't sleep. What are you doing up?" I shot the question right back at him.

He shrugged and sat down on the couch and put a leg up on the coffee table.

"I don't sleep much at night," he said, taking a slip of his beer.

I sat down next to him. After a few minutes of quite, staring at the TV, I broke the silence.

"You like Jean, don't you?" I asked him, staring at the TV.

'Will and Grace' was on now.

"Excuse me," he said, choking on his beer.

It sounded like he was in shock.

"You like Jean. I saw the way you were looking at her during the meeting," I said, looking at him with a smirk.

His face had 'deer caught in the head lights' written all over it. (A/N: get it 'head lights' Haha)

"That would explain why Scott always gives you the 'evil-eye.' Even though you can't really tell because of his glasses but..."

Just then, Logan shot up off the couch, grabbed me and pinned me against the wall. He raised his fist like he was going to hit me. Three sharp, shiny steel claws came out from in between his knuckles. The tips of his claws pressed against my face.

"You'll mind your own business if you know what's good for ya!" he growled and withdrew his claws.

He released me from the wall and walked upstairs to his room. I stood there for a long time.

What the hell was that?

I went back to my room, but I didn't go to sleep. I thought about Logan and what had just happened. The funny thing was though that he didn't scare me. It was 4:15a.m. now. I still couldn't sleep, so I went for a walk. I some how made my way to the backyard. I had not yet been shown the whole school because I had arrived so late. I walked to the garden and I saw a bench. I walked towards it. Then, I saw the form of someone sitting on it. I turned to walk away, but it was too late the person already heard me.

"Can't sleep?" I recognized the voice at once to be Ororo's, by the accent.

I sat down beside her.

"No," I said in a nervous voice. "So, am I in trouble?"

She looked at me and smiled.

"No."

I smiled back.

We sat there for a few minutes.

"You should try to get some sleep. You have a big day ahead of you," Ororo said, getting up.

We walked back to the back door of the school and then to my room.

"Try to get some sleep, OK?" she said as I sat down on my bed.

"OK," I said, lying down.

"Night," Ororo said in a quite voice as she closed the door.