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Chap. 3
Firefly heard the alarm on her newly set clock go off.
"Who sets an alarm for the weekend?" Kitty had asked last night, totally perplexed. Firefly did. For five in the morning no less!
She quickly grabbed clothes out of her new bureau and stole down the hall to the girls' showers.
She washed quickly, not wanting to lose the lead she had on the other students. Firefly stepped out of her cold shower, steam still rising off her shoulders.
Her hair seemed to dry instantly, starting at the roots. She brushed through it quickly, making sure that her recently grown out bangs would cover the left side of her face.
Firefly pulled on a baggy shirt that said something sarcastic on the front, followed by her favorite baggy boot-cut jeans and her usual thick brown belt.
Firefly realized she had forgotten socks, but she didn't mind. She liked being barefoot. Besides, being overly warm was dangerous for her now.
After hanging up her towel and returning her hairbrush and toiletries to her room, Firefly began to try and find her way to the kitchen.
If she could find her way to the heart of the mansion in the dark, she would be confident enough to get to class on time. Firefly checked her watch, 5:30. That would be enough time to explore without disruptions.
Firefly crept through dorm room hallways, occasionally stopping to sniff the air for a scent she knew.
A few times she had stopped to smell a familiar scent that turned out to be of a student she met the day before.
Firefly wouldn't say she made many friends. She was quiet, but not because she was shy. Firefly was not a people person.
She found herself stopped again, in front of a door that was slightly ajar. The smell of alcohol and the stronger odor of cigar smoke wafted through the crack, attacking her nose.
She matched the smell with a face. Logan, or Wolverine.
Firefly had not been formally introduced with Logan, but Kitty had told her that he was a friend of Rogue's, whom Firefly had met earlier that afternoon.
Firefly sighed, a little to loudly she realized. As she moved back down the hall, still in pursuit of the kitchen, Firefly heard a loud grunt come from the door to Logan's room.
She moved quickly, the groaning of bedsprings echoing in her ear. Firefly hadn't learned much of Logan, but she had been told to get on his good side and stay there.
She didn't think waking him up before the sun would get her on his good side.
Firefly didn't care what he thought of her, but she did care about not being chopped into tiny pieces.
She doubted Logan would do this to a student, but still, he was quite intimidating.
Firefly had finally made it downstairs. She stood behind a comfy-looking couch where a boy was watching television. He did not talk to her, or try to initiate conversation.
She smiled and walked to where she knew the kitchen was.
Firefly quietly walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out the jug of apple cider. She searched a few cabinets before she found a glass.
Firefly sipped at her cider even when the man came into the room. She did not acknowledge him, but she could feel him looking at her.
"Couldn't sleep?" he asked, while pouring himself a glass of cider. More of a grunt really.
Firefly sighed and shook her head.
"Then why are you waking me up at five forty-five in the morning? On a Saturday!" he growled.
She did not grace his question with an answer. She barely ever did.
"You got a name?" he asked, "Or a face?" he asked again, trying to peer beneath the level of hair that covered the left side of her face.
Firefly instinctively flattened her hair over her left eye and answered in a low murmur before leaving,
"Firefly. And not anymore."
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my first reviewer, deathxbexbutxmyne! Go, you!