Sauntering up the stairs Logan hoped to make it to his room and back without anyone noticing him & making him go on some stupid errand, like buying groceries or extra pads for the girls bathroom (he'd had to before, and had no desire to ever repeat the experience). He did not have much of a formal role at the school, something of a repairman, babysitter and occasional substitute teacher. If so, he'd probably make another run out to that club... find a pretty, scantily clad non-Nicole someone to take his mind off things for a while. Even though, his subconscious annoying reminded him, he didn't seem to mind all that much that it was Nicole that he had been touching.

Well, he didn't mind nearly as much as she did anyways... As these thoughts ran through his mind, his lip curled unpleasantly. You'd think that I had raped her! his mind growled grumpily, as he took the stairs two at a time, suddenly feeling as if it were a race to get to his room and out of this god damned school as soon as possible. He couldn't bear the thought of being stuck in his room for the remainder of the night. Alone, and bored. He really had nothing better to do with his time, other than taunting Nicole whenever it seemed necessary, and resisting the urge to give the whelp a good spanking. You'd like that wouldn't you... the wry voice at the back of his head nagged. Dammit.

- - -

Nicole had tired of brooding, as she really hadn't thought of anything that she'd be able to get away with, without him killing her. Stomping to her room, she saw him in the hallway but moved to the extreme other side, not looking at him at all. Throwing open the door to her room moodily, she saw Katie sitting there, listening to music on a battery-less player and not looking much happier.

Katie looked up as the door banged shut. Nicole stood in the doorway, fuming. Rolling her eyes, Katie let Nicole's look of utter fury and exasperation pass. All Logan had to do was breath at the moment and Nicole was close to pawing his eyes out of their sockets. Granted, Katie wasn't exactly happy with Logan at the moment either, but she was willing to let it pass. She wasn't one for long term grudges. Nicole, on the other hand, loved them.

In fact, as Nicole went over to her drawer to rummage for pajamas, all Katie could hear from Nicole was the grumbled sentence. " God dammit! Giving me that look.. stupid asshole Logan...it's not like he needs that leg anyway... "

"Nicole," Katie said exasperatedly, rolling her eyes. "Please don't tell me you're going to attack him and gnaw it off or something." Sometimes she worried about Nicole... Nicole ignored her.

- - -

Nicole woke up around two in the morning, extremely thirsty. She'd been having a very disturbing dream about those damned hands, and was very happy to find herself awake and alone in bed. Getting up quietly, so as not to wake up Katie, she crept out into the hallway to go downstairs for a drink. Sighing sleepily, she rubbed her eyes in quite a naive way as she made her way down the hallway. Why did the kitchen have to be downstairs? Couldn't they have a water fountain for thirsty girls when they needed a drink, like a normal school? Then again, this wasn't exactly what one would call a normal school at all she thought as a sleepy grin crept across her face. She paused suddenly, listening intently. Someone was making their way up the stairs toward her. And they were giggling.

Sighing, and feeling quite impatient, Logan "Shush-ed" the girl for the umpteenth time since they had entered the school. The girl's name,(which happened to be 'candy') completely slipped his mind, but she didn't seem to mind if he called her quite a few pet names, fluttering her eyelashes at him and licking her lips quite often... Scantily clad as the girl was, she seemed damn intent on teasing him even further by insisting upon going up the stairs in front of him. Flashing him quite a bit of a lacey undergarment and pale thighs, extremely unlike Nicole's olive skin, he marveled, but he quickly doused this thought.

Nicole, still standing at the side of the stairs partially hidden in shadow, watched in a kind of amazed horror as what had to be a stripper came up the stairs, giggling and casting overly flirtatious looks back at an aroused-looking, yet slightly irritated, Logan. Nicole's eyes narrowed, taking in the girl's shirt-that-didn't-count-as-clothes stretched tight across artificially large boobs for such an annorexically skinny frame, the bleached-blonde hair, and the slutty makeup... Grr. Just Logan's type, wasn't that slut. Cheap & easy.

Nicole couldn't help eyeing the girl with disgust, and slight embarrassment for her. Hey, if the slut had such a lack of dignity that she'd settle for Logan as a client... Nicole felt for her. Though she couldn't help but feel the twinge of jealousy at the girl's slim middle. Nicole could hardly bear the sight of Logan.

His white shirt was severely rumpled and un buttoned, and he had bright red lipstick kiss marks and smudges near the collar. The same smudges resided all along his neck and a few on his cheeks. Though, Nicole felt a surprising amount of severe satisfaction, he had no red on his mouth but it was faintly pink and clearly swollen. His eyes were dark, and the smirk that curled his lips was seductive as he and the whore exchanged a dirty look. Nicole shivered. Despite the flames of hatred (and completely obvious but not yet discovered) jealousy that had roared to life in the pit of her stomach, she couldn't help but blush and watch with wide eyes and her mouth parted in alarm. It was too late for these sort of emotions...

Chewing on her lip nervously, Nicole held her breath. If she wasn't noticed, perhaps she could forget the whole thing and go down and get her god damned drink of water and call it a night. It was Logan's dirty hands that had shocked her into wakefulness (therefore it was his fault.), and it would not be Logan's angry shout at her to get the hell out of the hallway and to mind her own business, that would send her running with her tail between her legs back to her room. Or maybe, if she just walked past them with out saying a word... she could go and get her drink in peace and come back to a completely empty hallway and peace and quiet... Mentally frowning, Nicole watched as the aroused, ruffled Logan struggle to wrest his key to his room from his pocket, while trailing soft kisses down the girl's neck.

"Dammit!" was the husky grunt that she heard him mutter through nibbling on the slut's ear.

Nicole failed to suppress a shiver that had nothing to do with a nearby open window that was a little ways behind her, and absolutely nothing to do with the breeze that ruffled her hair. They were bound to notice her presence sooner or later... however, the cool breeze that whooshed past her made the decision that it would be sooner. The busy couple shuddered slightly, and to Nicole's shock and horror, Logan was the one to seek out the source of the cold wind.

His eyes, darkened with passion, fell on Nicole like a hundred pound weight. Her body trembled despite her efforts to look completely unabashed, and a hot flush was on her cheeks. Don't look at me like that! Why... are you looking at me like that! Stop! She mentally panicked.

Logan, still keeping a protective and tight hold on his hooker, mentally cursed his bad luck. He'd been enjoying himself for the first time since finding out that that pretty girl had been Nicole, and this had been supposed to get her off his mind! But no, she has to be the only one out on the stairs at this hour in the morning! "Nicole! Go to bed!" he snarled huskily, ignoring that tiny, snide voice in the back of his head that was wondering how Nicole would be in a threesome...

But before Logan could shove it aside , the snide voice firmly decided that she would probably be much better in a one on one type of thing. Preferably the act in question would involve a very nude Nicole covered a large amount of whipped cream. Blinking he shook his head to clear it of that thought, however appealing it seemed in his current state of mind and arousal...

Nicole it seemed was not about to take orders from him willingly. Her liquid brown eyes, which had been so wide and deliciously innocent a moment before, were narrowed now and her lips were set in a grim thin line. Pity, she had very nice lips, and they would taste very good... agh! No! Stop thinking those things!

"Why don't you go to bed, Logan." she spat viciously. Ah. Now he remembered why those pleasant thoughts of her that had popped up were so unwelcome. She was an insolent little girl( little? ha.) who refused to take orders from her superiors. However disheveled and aroused as they were. Giving Logan one last, haughty sniff (what a loser to bring his whore to a school!) Nicole flounced down the stairs, ignoring her own convoluted feelings. For a tiny second she'd wanted him to look all sexily rumpled like that because of what she was doing, but she'd squashed that thought right away! How could she, even a tiny part of her, be actually attracted to that asshole?

Candy ran her nails through Logan's hair, a bit miffed at his attention being on some other (much less attractive, in her mind) girl. "Who was that? she asked breathily, a feminine, feline smile on her face as he touched her.

The seductive smile returned to Logan's lips as his attention returned to his whore. "No one important. Just a student...she's just a nuisance... I had no idea that she'd be up this early in the morning" Logan brushed the memory of Nicole's innocent look of shock, and her small, trembling frame off of him like an annoying fly. However, deep in the back of his mind a small, quiet voice (that sounded quite like Nicole's... and yet so unlike her because it was speaking softly, instead of yelling ) ask: I wonder if she would tremble like that in your arms... though not because of the cold, and not because of embarrassment... With brief internal panic at this shocking question, Logan pushed it deep, deep into the back of his mind... though did not completely forget it as he escorted Candy into his dark room.

- - -

Nicole slammed her empty class on the counter with a bang. Damn him! As if it were a crime that I got thirsty in the middle of the night! It's not my fault that he chose to take home a slut tonight! she thought angrily, sloshing water all over her arm and a little bit down her nightdress, as she attempted to poor it into the glass.

She, looking at the water dripped off her sleeve, was seized by a sudden daydream of a fantasy. This time, it was her hanging off of Logan's arm, kissing him, running her hands over his chest and working at his shirt buttons... It wasn't 'Candy' who's clothes were ripped off by too-eager hands, it wasn't Candy thrown on his bed, it wasn't Candy holding him and yelling his name in passion... With a gasp, Nicole dropped her water glass with a small crash. Hating herself for liking that thought, she glared at the spreading puddle on the floor...

Damn him she thought furiously, as she trembled uncontrollably, tingles of guilty pleasure jumping from nerve to nerve like electricity. Stooping, she wiped up the spreading puddle with a dish towel that she found on a counter, repaired the glass in a blink of an eye, refilled it and took a hasty gulp of water before slamming the glass into the sink and leaving the kitchen as quick as her legs could carry her.

- - -

Kissing at the whore's neck, Logan finished yanking off her shirt. They were half-sprawled on his bed, and entirely absorbed into the action. As she undid his belt, Logan groaned softly. "Oh, Nicole,' he murmured, kissing her again.

Candy paused for a moment. She was used to being called the usual run of pet names 'baby', 'honey' 'darling', even 'angel'... but Nicole? "My name's not Nicole," she hissed at him, feeling a bit put out. She had to be better in bed than this "Nicole", or he'd be banging this other chick... right?

Oh no. He hadn't just... he couldn't have... "I said, my name's not Nicole!" she hissed again in his ear as she tugged his pants from him.

He groaned softly, "Of course it's not... Candy" he purred softly, pushing her back onto the bed. Ah. There it was... that was her name... the feline feminine smile returned. That's a relief, she thought. He had only been confused for a minute. Men's minds didn't exactly work all that great while having sex, as all of the blood needed to think was rushing into their nether parts...

Logan bit back a curse. Damn! He specifically picked Candy up for her, to take his mind off of Nicole! But the only voice, the only face, the only anything that came to his mind right now, with Candy... was Nicole.

After receiving the hardest slap he could ever recall receiving from Candy, and after a quite thorough shower... Logan fell spread eagled onto his bed, face first wishing he had the gall enough to put everyone around him out of their misery by suffocating himself with his own pillow. He had called her Nicole, again. And at the most inconvenient moment that there could ever be, as they had come to the climax. Unbidden, Nicole's face, her wide, liquid brown eyes fluttering closed and a blush high on her soft cheeks, had flashed behind his own closed eyelids, causing him to tip over the edge, a soft gruff grunt escaping his lips. " Ah.." he exhaled into his pillows. Why? The most hated object in his life at the present, had so suddenly become the most wanted. Sighing, he closed his eyes willing the sleep that hovered just below the surface to come and block out the harsh realities of the world.

Thankfully, it did. Logan slumped into his pillows, as sleep washed over him. Nicole's face, smiled up at him, her eyes staring adoringly up at him through thick lashes. Her normally flat tummy, bulging with child.

Though his mind protested, the smiling Nicole lead one of Logan's hands to rest on her swollen belly. "This is yours Logan..." she whispered softly in his ear. Her belly pressed into his torso as she stretched on tiptoe to kiss cheek tenderly. She giggled, "You're going to be a daddy!"

"NO!"

"Yes!" Nicole seemed extremely happy to be an expectant mother, her cheeks had a healthy flush, and her eyes were shining. "What are we going to name it?"

"What?" he repeated incredulously, still entirely stunned. Why him? What was he going to have to do? Marry her? But... he wasn't even supposed to have slept with her in the first place...

Suddenly Nicole's happy, shinning face pouted, thrusting out her full bottom lip. "Logan.." she looked up at him with wide, baby eyes. "Aren't you happy?" she whispered, a small smile returned to her lips, she was leaning her head on his shoulder and one of her small hands raised to trace small hearts over his own, which was beating rapidly fast with rising panic.

Logan was surprised to find that he was happy that she was no longer pouting. He didn't want to disappoint the mother of his child... wait... wait just a minute. She wasn't SUPPOSED to be the mother of his child.. He wasn't supposed to be having any children at all! "Logan?" came the soft needy voice again, "don't you want to help decide the name of our baby?"

Logan tried to (very, very) gently push her away so he could talk to her eye to eye about what exactly they were going to do about this.. And found himself falling onto a very hard, very cold floor, having just shoved himself out of bed. Sitting up, panting and covered in a sweat, he tried to make sense of the dream he'd just had. What did it mean? Did he want Nicole to have his children?

Of course he didn't, he reasoned. He was just very horny when he had last had his encounter with Nicole, and being male, it was very hard to forget the soft, innocent, yet very wet-dream worthy face that Nicole had made. She was female, it was natural that he physically reacted to her that way... and the thoughts about her were just the results of that one look he had seen her give him. Well, not him exactly... more like she gave both him and Candy.

Breathing a deep sigh of relief, Logan leaned his back against his bed. Of course it was just physical. She hated him, and he hated her. Obviously those feelings could not turn to anything even vaguely related to the loving way Nicole had gazed at him in his dream. If anything, the feelings he thought that he had experienced were lustful... fueled by his anger and frustration with Nicole's insolent behavior towards him. Why wouldn't she just give in? Growling to himself, Logan lay back down in bed again, glaring at the blinking clock numbers. It was much to early, and he had not gotten nearly enough sleep to start thinking about his "feelings". It was never the right time to think about "feelings".