Chapter 14

I walked into the kitchen, my stomach grumbling to the point where it might eat itself. I made myself a sandwich along with some chips and pickles. I grabbed a soda and sat down at the table.

I decided to bypass breakfast since it was about 11:30. I grabbed my sandwich and went to take a bite when I looked to my left and noticed that the kitten was staring at me. The kitten licked her chops, obviously waiting for some food. I sighed and put my sandwich down. I got up from the table and looked around the kitchen.

I heard Logan come into the kitchen, thanks to my hearing. I heard the kitten hiss at him and let a small smile spread to my face. 'Maybe she wasn't so bad after all.'

"What are you looking for?" he asked. I turned to look at him. He was giving the kitten a death glare, and if looks could kill, they both would be dead.

"Do you know if we have any pet food?" I asked.

"How would I know?" asked Logan, still staring at the kitten and getting annoyed.

"Well, I figured since you were half animal I thought you would know." I said, knowing my plan would work.

It did. He turned his gaze to me, instead of my kitten.

"What did you say?" he asked with on eyebrow raised.

"I had to say something to get you to stop giving my animal a death glare." I said.

"That thing is yours?" he asked, pointing to her.

"Okay first off, she isn't a thing, she's an animal, like you. But I think she has more people skills than you, and your human." I said the last part to myself partly, but he heard me.

"What,"

"Yes she's mine. Now, do you know if we have any pet food? Or should I break it down a little bit more for you?" I said. I don't know, but it was so easy to pick on him. Probably because he didn't break down and cry every time.

"Even if we did I wouldn't tell you. You seem to have an awfully bad attitude this morning. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the flower this morning, Pixie?" he asked with a smirk.

"Funny." I said, giving him a fake smile. I wiped the smile off of my face and turned back to the cupboards.

I heard two more people come into the kitchen. I looked up to notice it was a boy and a girl. The girl stopped talking when she saw Logan in the kitchen.

"Logan!" she yelled. "What's up?" she asked.

"Nothing kid. You?" he asked.

"Nothing. Me and Bobby are just getting some food." she turned around and saw me. "Oh, you must be the new girl, Pixie right?" she asked, walking over to me.

"Let me guess, Logan told who I was didn't he?" I asked.

"As a matter of fact he did! How did you know?" she asked. I didn't like her already. She was to happy.

"I just know. You wouldn't happen to know if we have any cat food would you?" I asked.

"Yea, there's some in the cupboard behind Logan." she said.

I smiled. "Thanks."

"No problem."

I walked over to Logan. "Excuse me." I said. He didn't move. He stared down at me as I asked again. "Excuse me." He still didn't move. "Will you move!" I exclaimed.

My eyes were getting darker and his smile was getting bigger and bigger.

"What will you give me?" he asked with a smirk.

"A black eye and a few other things I can't say in front of them. Now will you please move!" I said. My eyes were almost black because of how angry I had become.

He did a smooching thing with his lips, as if he were kissing me in the air. I rolled my eyes as he stepped out of my way. I opened the cupboard and grabbed the cat food. I poured it into a small bowl and placed it onto the counter next to my plate. The kitten started eating once I set the bowl down. I put the food back and sat back down.

"I'm Rogue, by the way." she said. I shook her hand and gave her a smile. "Logan picked me up in Canada also." she said.

I raised my eyebrows and looked over to him.

"Do you have a thing with picking up helpless girls in Canada?" I asked.

"No, it's just they always come to me for help. I can't push them away. I mean, come on, that would be cruel, and besides, I like to help people." he said.

I snorted. "Yeah right." I said.

"I helped you didn't I?" he asked.

"Did I ask you to?" I countered back.

"Well if you would like, I can take you right back to Canada and let you fend for yourself." he argued.

"Well, that sounds like a lovely idea, but I have other things to do. See you guys later." I said. I got up from my chair and walked out. I whistled and the kitten jumped from the counter, onto Logan's lap and onto the floor.

"Damn felines." mumbled Logan.

"So, you like her huh?" asked Rogue.

"What?" asked Logan.

"I've seen the way you look at her. And by the way you two bicker, I can tell the feeling is mutual for her, she just doesn't want to believe it." said Rogue.

"Why don't you just stick with your own relationship okay, and I think we will all be fine." said Logan. He got up from his chair and noticed a sweater laying on the bak of the chair. He picked it up and left the kitchen.

I went to my room and slammed the door. The kitten barely made it in before the door slammed shut. I fumed. Ugh that man made me so angry! Unbelievable!

I paced my room, back and forth, thinking about him. He was so tolerable one moment and then next I could kill him, but we all know that wouldn't do any good. The kitten sat on my bed, staring at me and following me with her head as I paced back and forth. I finally flopped down into my bed, exhausted from thinking to much.

There was a knock on my door and I knew who it was. I really didn't want to open it, but I knew I had to.

I walked over to the door and opened it in a fury. My eyes were still dark from being angry, and my hair was all over. I looked to see Logan standing there, not saying a word.

"God she's beautiful." I heard.

"Thank you." I said.

"What?" he said.

"What?" I said. "Didn't you say anything?" I asked.

"No." said Logan.

Boy was I confused.

"Oh, I thought you said something." I said.

"I did." I heard. I furrowed my eyebrows, clearly confused. Who was talking? I turned around to look at the cat. "She's so cute when she's confused. Maybe Rogue's right, maybe I do have feelings for her."

I snapped back to look at Logan, and a surprised look came over his face.

"Uh, I brought you your sweater. You left in downstairs." he said.

I snapped back into reality for a second.

"Thank you." I said, taking the sweater from him.

"Uh, look. I'm sorry for earlier." he said.

"Sorry for what?" I asked.

"You know, the whole thing in the kitchen." he said.

"Oh." I said. He still stood there, looking at me as if he was expecting something. "Can I help you?" I asked.

"Well I thought that maybe you wanted to apologize?" he said.

"For what?" I asked. I wasn't apologizing for anything. I meant what I said and I was sticking to it.

"Your just gonna stand there and say your sorry or anything?" he asked perplexed.

"Why should I say sorry for something that I'm not sorry for?" I said, clearly not seeing what the big problem was.

"Ugh never mind. See ya later." he said. He walked away and I followed him down the hall with my eyes. I searched his mind and heard something that shocked me.

"Ugh she infuriates me! But God is she cute when she's angry. What is happening to me? Maybe I do have feelings for her. Ugh, I need a beer."

And then he was gone. So it was Logan I had heard. Did he really have feelings for me? Or was he just playing? Oh man now I need a beer. I closed my door and sat down on my bed. This was too much. Logan could never have feelings for someone else could he? It just didn't seem like him. But then, looks can be deceiving. I threw my sweater on my bed and walked over to the window. I heard an engine and looked to see Logan driving away on his motorcycle. Maybe I wasn't the only one confused.

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