Chapter 4
After the talk to Professor, a wheelchair bound man with a hawk nose and the comforting scent I had noticed in the hospital, my brains had turned to mush.
I couldn't believe it, or, more appropriatly, didn't want to believe it. Too much, too soon. It was impossible, metal bending mutants, the Victor Creed (who the professor had called Sarbretooth) who had attacked me, why I had been taken to the school, and just how many mutants who were there. He'd introduced me to the staff near the end of my meeting, and asked me if I wanted to stay for a while. I couldn't exactly say no, if all this was true. Leaving this slightly, (ok, not slightly), strange place seemed like condemning myself to all of the psychotic characters he had talked about. I wouldn't have believed it at all had I not encountered Creed, (or Sabretooth, whatever).
By the time I managed to stagger out of the office, my mind ready to overflow with all I had just heard, the last thing I needed was to have my heart jump into my throat when I smelled his enticing scent. And so of course, Logan had to be sprawled carelessly on the bench facing the door, causing my female hormones to soar, and the last of my logic to fizzle out.
Logan sat on the bench in the lobby, just outside the Professor's office door. He couldn't help it. Whether anyone realized it or not, that scent was driving him crazy. It was familiar, but more so was extremely attractive. Whoever this mystery woman was, he couldn't get that first catch of her scent out of his mind. It was the first thing that drew him near her at the bar, desperatly fighting the increasing urge to lean in and test her enticing scent, and trying with all his mind to act as though she meant nothing. He inhaled it again, and much to complete surprise, he didn't get a small whiff like he had been getting, but it hit his face full blast.
His eyes threw themselves open, and he saw her, her eyes open in surprise, standing with her hand still on the door she had just closed. He tried to gather himself but she'd gone away quickly toward's the staff wing were her new room was located. He decided he needed to get out of there before anyone else noticed him indulging in the oddly sensual smell coming off her lightly tanned skin. He left the lobby quickly, the tantalizing scent still hanging delicatly in the air.
I silently closed to door of my new dorm, and slumped to the floor. Why is it that he did that to me? I'm a tough girl who's lived a tough life, living off whatever money I could scrape up for gas and food. I've seen alot of hot guys, though none like him, and I'd never go to peices like that in front of them. I never cared about anyone's opinion about me except my own, but all of the sudden the only thing I thought about around him was whether I'd do something stupid, or, even worse, something to let him know he could rip my insides to shreds with a single word.
I pulled myself up from the spot on the floor and looked at myself in the mirror that had been thoughtfully provided. My usually silky chestnut hair had frizzed, and I found a few chips of dry blood where my head had hit the rock that had knocked me out. I smirked at the pitiful reflection in the mirror, that in turn smirked at me. I couldn't let whatever this was go on. I didn't like the sort of power he had over me, the ability to destroy my soul with a look, or cause my gut to do sombersaults with a word. I was the only ruler of my life, and no man, especially not someone like Logan, would rule it for me.