The next day, I woke up to my cell phone going off. It was like 8:30! Anyone who valued their life would not call me at 8:30. I couldn't reach it, so I retrieved it with my telepathy without getting out of bed. "Hello?"

I was nearly deafened by the yelling from the other end of the phone. I held my cell out at arm's length. From the hollering I gathered it was Aqua and Electra. "Guys? What is going on?"

Aqua apparently won the fight for the phone. "Give me the phone…. No, give it here. Maia? Are you awake? Good. What happened last night? I heard that you and Logan got caught kissing in your room! On your bed! After lights out! You're on speaker, by the way."

I sat straight up in bed. How did they know? "What? How did you find out?"

Electra squeaked on the other end of the line. Lucky she wasn't holding the phone, or it might have overloaded. Again. The last time she used my phone, she shorted it out. "So it's true! We are coming over. Get dressed!"

I hung up the phone, and then got out of bed. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, and then went to open the door. As soon as I opened it, Aqua and Electra turned the corner into the hall. When they saw me, they broke into a run. Skidding to a stop at my door, they started talking over each other rapidly.

Electra started "Maia! We heard that-"

Apparently, Aqua wanted to be included, because she interrupted with "-You and Logan were kissing in your room-"

"-Last night and you got walked-"

"-In on by Scott-"

"-And by Professor Xavier-"

"-And then he said he loved you-"

I had to interrupt. "HEY!"

They both stop and look at me. As if they were offended that I had interrupted them. "Can we not yell about this in the hall, please?"

They both pushed me into my room. Electra kicked the door shut. Just as they started questioning me, my phone rang. Of course, it had to be Logan, now didn't it? "It's Logan! Shush!"

I answered the phone. Aqua and Electra stood as close as they could, trying to listen. "Hi."

"Hi. I just wanted to know if you heard that we were a couple now. I have just been told by Kurt."

It figured that we would be the last to know. "Actually, I did just have it shouted at me."

Logan snickered. "Aqua and Electra, huh?"

Amazing. How did he know? "Yep. Hey, what are you doing?"

"I was just going to hang out with the guys in the Rec room. Do you three want to come?"

"I would. I," I looked at Electra waving at me. She pointed to herself and Aqua, smiling. "Sorry, we will meet you there in five minutes."

"See you then."

I hung up the phone. Electra held something up. Something white and with buttons. Crud. "Is this what I think it is?"

It was Logan's shirt.

Of course it was. Anything else would have been embarrassing, right? God. "Man, Logan!"

I snatched it away. Aqua laughed. "Now you have to tell us!"

I gave in. I wanted to talk about it anyway. Who else can a girl talk about boys with then her best friends? "Fine. I will tell you on the way to the Rec room."

I opened the door and pointed outside. Electra and Aqua looked at each other before quickly exiting. I followed. Aqua was the first to ask any questions. "So, what really happened last night?"

I sighed. I was starting to wish I hadn't said anything. "You promised."

Electra rolled her eyes. "You sound like a five year old." Aqua frowned at her. "Sorry, but it's true."

Now it was Aqua's turn to roll her eyes. "Can we just find out the truth? Because, in case you've forgotten, we're going to see Logan. Right. Now."

I started to explain what happened as we walked. They both gasped when I told them about his shirt, and when I talked about his pulling me onto the bed, Aqua's mouth dropped opened. I stopped, kind of embarrassed.

"But did you two actually do it?" Electra asked. "I want full details."

Nice. Isn't it great to know that my friends think so much of me? "No. No, we didn't. Thanks so much for asking. That, actually, is when Scott and Professor Xavier walked in."

Lucky for them, we were at the rec room by then.

As soon as the three of us walked into the Rec Room, Logan called out to us from one of the couches and waved. I caught his eye, and he tapped his temple. I went into his thoughts. "So, do we get to act like a couple now? It's not like we can get in any more trouble over it."

I smiled. "I guess."

I led the way over to them. Logan put down his game controller, and opened his arms. He winked. I giggled and slid into his lap. This brought out a chorus of cheers and whistles from the other guys. I smiled, and leaned back into his arms. He wrapped his arms around my waist, nuzzling into my hair. He murmured "Good morning."

I had to fight to stay focused. His lips on my skin were threatening to... never mind. "Morning."

I kissed him on the cheek. A few of the boys groaned, and one, John, booed. Well, what were they expecting? What did they know? "What did you tell them about last night?"

Logan looked surprised. "Not a thing. But you forget, John can read minds."

Of course. I smirked. "Well, since they know everything…"

I placed a hand on his cheek, and stretched up to kiss him. More cheers. I started to pull away, but Logan leaned in, kissing me harder. We kissed him for a moment more, and then pulled away. I held my face near his for a moment. He smiled at me. I snuggled against him, and watched the other guys play video games. After a while, Logan looked at me. "Have you eaten breakfast yet?"

I hadn't. "No. You?"

Logan smiled. "I was waiting for you. Come on, I'm starved."

I got off his lap, and he stood up. I took his hand. We were both smiling, I knew, but it was just so natural with him. As we walk out, John calls after us. "Go back to her room, Logan! Maybe she will sleep with you this time!"

He was going to die. I whipped around, hands balled into fists. I was not going to put up with any crap from anyone, especially him. Logan grabbed my arm. His voice was low, a warning. "It's not worth it. He is not worth it."

I turned back to look at him. He shook his head slightly. He put his arm around my waist, and we walked out. "You know you left your shirt in my room."

Logan laughed. "I thought I might have."

We walk into the cafeteria. I grab a bagel and a mug of hot chocolate. Logan does the same. We sit at a table in the corner, the table that they sat at the first day. I began tearing my bagel into pieces, dipping them in the hot chocolate, and eating them. It's the way I have always eaten them. It always makes people ask questions, though. Logan asked the most obvious. "Is that any good?"

I smiled. "Yes. Here, try it."

I dipped another chunk of my bagel, and held it out to him. He ate it out of my fingers. The big idot. That's not what I thought he would do. He smirks at my shock.

Of course, though, something had to go wrong. John had to be there. "Woooo!"

We both turned. John was standing behind us, arms crossed, a stupid smirk on his face. I'm going to back up and explain. I hate John. The first day I got here, he decided to 'initiate' me. It involved a blindfold, the pool, duct tape, and someone being thrown. Unfortunately for him, I was not willing to be thrown in the pool. In the end, someone did end up in the pool, and it wasn't me. Now he was standing there, smirking, and thinking things that I had a serious problem with. "So, Logan, how far did you get last night?"

I felt myself turn red, and my hands curled into fists. I tried to breathe deeply. John's smile widened. "Do you think that you could go all the way by tonight?"

I jumped to my feet. Logan reached out, but I shook off his hand. This guy was going down. John, apparently, didn't think I would do anything. "Hey hon, easy. I can think whatever I want."

I scowled at him. I hated it when people call me 'hon'. His thoughts were quickly turning perverted, although he had replaced Logan in his imaginings. I was ready to pummel him just for thinking of me that way, but to think of me and him. He was doing it just to piss me off, too. His grin widened. "Don't like what I'm thinking, do you? Would you rather I thought about you two..."

I lost it. I launched myself at him, hurdling the table separating us. I landed on him, knocking him to the ground. His head crashed into the table behind him. Good. I got off of him, and let him get up. I wanted to fight, not just wail on him. Give him a chance. I stood with my feet apart, and my hands up in loose fists in front of me. He stood, and swung at me pathetically. I took the blow, then punched him in the jaw. He swung at me again, and I caught his hand mid air, and twisted it sharply. I heard something snap in his wrist. John whimpered, and crumpled on the ground. Big baby. I stood over him, and he lashed out with his foot, kicking me in the stomach. I bent down, grabbed a handful of his shirt with my left hand, and pulled my right hand back to punch him. Logan caught my arm before I could hit him. I looked at Logan for a long moment, then let go of John's shirt. I couldn't beat the crap out of him with all of the people around.

I stepped away from him, and he stood. He spat blood, clutching his hand to his chest. "I was right. You are a freak."

Ok, no one calls me a freak. I turned and punched him right in the face. I felt his nose shatter under my fist. He stumbled, and fell into a chair nearby, holding his nose. I grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look at me. I had something to tell this City-boy. This mutant who had discovered his powers safely at the age of 17, and who had never been harmed because of them. This sheltered wimp who's parents knew he was a mutant and loved him anyway. "Don't ever call me a freak. You have no idea what I went through. You don't know anything about me. If you mess with me again, I will kill you. That isn't a threat, by the way."

I hooked my foot around the leg of the chair, and pulled, dumping him on the floor.

"That's a promise."

I turned and walked out of the room. Once in the hall, I took off, running to my room. I didn't want anyone following me.

Just because you want to know, I will tell you what happened after I left.

Logan squatted down next to the John. "Oh, and by the way..." He apparently grabbed John's nose. "...don't mess with my girl."

He proceeded to twist John's nose sharply, ninety degrees to the right. John shrieked, and tried to pull away. Logan let go, straightened, and ran after me.

I love him.