Katie jumped up as Nicole stumbled in the door to the room, massively curious as to just what had gone on... "Nicole, you alright? You look like you might be sick."
Nicole shook with a dry heave, bile turning in her stomach. "I just might be." she choked.
Standing up, Katie guided Nicole to her bed and let her friend collapse onto it on her back, her head flopping to the side while she breathed slowly in, and out; in, and out. "Colie... what happened?" Katie murmured softly, sitting down on the bed and anxiously watching her friend.
Nicole moaned, "Ugh... Scott brought in this kid from the simulation... blood... everywhere..."
Katie made a noise of sympathy. "Oh, poor kid. Hope he's alright." She let a perfunctory silence pass. "But what happened Nicole?" She asked at last, extremely curious as to what had gone on in the convoluted relationship between Nicole and Logan. "Where did you go? He looked like he was enjoying touching you..."
Nicole sat up slowly as to not disturb her sensitive stomach, glaring at Katie. "Shut up... He took me to the med lab and patched me up." she said pulling down he collar of her suit to show Katie the assortment of batman Band-Aids.
Confused, Katie prodded a few of the bandages curiously. "But what happened to your neck?" she mused.
Nicole shrugged, "That big cat man slammed me up against a wall by the throat and dug his gross nails into me." she explained, running her fingers lightly over the patchwork of Band-Aids. She shivered remembering when Logan blew on her neck.
"But... what did you think about it all?" Katie prodded, knowing about Nicole's less than casual attraction to the "teacher".
Nicole tried to fluff it off. "Well, it was nice of him to bother but I would have been fine on my own."
Katie sighed. "Nicole, whatever. Keep your feelings to yourself if you want." Nicole tried to be all ambiguous, but she was really so very transparent.
Nicole snorted in disbelief. "Really Katie, do you think that if I told him he'd even believe me? Oh, I can see it now. 'Logan I'm in love with you.' 'Yeah, ok kid. And I'm the pope.'" Nicole snapped, getting up and rummaging through her drawers, more for the need of doing something not because she was looking for anything in particular.
Katie sighed, shaking her head. "At least you'll have gotten it out into the open. Then you could both deal with it." she mumbled, watching Nicole's progress as she ransacked her own drawer.
Nicole finally picked out some comfortable clothes, jeans, a charcoal shirt that read Girl Scout with Attitude in green and a pair of bright green socks, and practically jumped into them. She laughed. "Does Logan look like the type to get mixed up with feelings? He'd rather pay a whore for sex than really get into a relationship for chrissake!"
Katie rolled her eyes. "For all you know, he just hasn't had the time for a relationship. And I'm sure there are plenty of men who visit whores and are still capable of having a relationship..."
Nicole just sighed. "Katie, can't you just drop it? I told you because I felt you'd listen, not because I wanted a lecture! And if you haven't noticed, I'm a student, and freaking underage, so even if he wanted a relationship I couldn't have one!"
Katie sighed softly, shaking her head. "But..." she attempted but Nicole cut her to the quick.
"But? There is no 'but' Katie! Student/Teacher relationships BAD." Nicole hissed, her face took on an odd expression between sadness and anger.
Katie smiled weakly, "I would think that if it was love, nothing would matter." she mumbled.
Closing her eyes tightly, Nicole groaned. "You don't understand what kind of person Logan is Katie! Even if it were possible, for me it would be love for him it would just be physical." she mumbled softly, plunking down next to Katie on her bed and bumped shoulders affectionately as if to blunt the sharp edge of her verbal assault.
"You don't know what kind of person Logan is either Colie. You're too busy reading a book by its cover."
Nicole sighed. "But I've never seen him show any emotions at all... and can you really picture Logan saying 'I love you'?"
Katie sighed as well, giving her friend a hug. "I'm sure he's perfectly capable of love, Nicole. He's probably just very, very good at hiding his emotions. I mean, someone like him would be laughed at if he, you know, showed any... but I'm positive you'd find them, if you looked deeply enough."
Nicole shrugged, looking away. "I'm sort of afraid of what I'll find. I think Logan had the same dream that I did last night. I kept getting very aroused brainwaves from him before this... wall just sort of flew up. It's like he can... turn his emotions off." she mumbled, her brows were knit together with confusion. "Even if I tried to get... well beyond this 'I hate you' thing... that wall is still there. A metal wall, slippery and impossible to climb." she whispered.
Katie patted Nicole on the back, keeping her friend locked in the hug. "It's ok Nicole... I'm sure, if you tried, you could get past that wall." There was a nice, friendly silence, and Katie finally let go, deciding that Nicole's emotional state had recovered enough. "Hey guess what? I got another note!" she squeaked happily, having wanted to tell Nicole for quite some time. Besides, it was a good distraction
"Ooooh, what did your mystery lover have to say?" Nicole teased a little too over brightly for someone who previously couldn't have cared less about Katie's 'stupid love letters', poking Katie in the ribs.
Katie gave her a calculating look before fishing the note from her bag and letting her friend read it. When Nicole finished reading it she handed it back to Katie, smirking. "Well. He certainly has made it clear that he wants in your pants. He wants in your pants bad." she laughed.
Katie blushed, "Well at least he was sweet about it. Instead of saying rawr I want to fuck you."
Nicole rolled her eyes. "I don't see why you don't find this creepy... I mean, you have no idea who this guy is, and he's talking about wanting to fuck you in front of everyone. You might want to start being really careful walking around alone..."
Katie laughed a bit. "I'm not worried... he's too sweet to actually try something."
Nicole cocked a brow. "They only seem sweet in the beginning." she stated blankly, "Then they get ugly."
Rolling her eyes, Katie sighed and smiled dreamily. "He's not like that. He's sweet, intelligent, kind, and the way he writes makes me tremble at the knees." she mumbled.
Nicole snorted, "C'mon... it's not like that in the real world... all fancy wording and romantics like in the romance novels..." Nicole began but Katie cut her off.
"It can be like that if it's the right pairing." She snapped.
Laughing slightly, Nicole held her hands up in defeat. "Fine! Don't shoot! I surrender."
Katie rolled her eyes at Nicole with a giggle, and flopped down to lie on her bed, to wonder who her mysterious letter-writer really was...
- - -
Scott was not having such a great afternoon. His sim had been something of a disaster, and they'd nearly lost one poor kid after 'Magneto' had skewered him with shrapnel. The problem was that over half the students were utterly hopeless, either way too young or simply no good under fire. And the ones who were had their hands full trying to keep everyone else safe, instead of learning to work as their own team. He really needed to ask Xavier if he could take a group of those older kids and work with them on their own...
He sighed again, kicking idly at the legs of his desk. But that wouldn't be any good for his mental health, would it? Another period with much to close to her...
Groaning in frustration, Scott shuffled through some papers that he was supposed to be grading, not really paying much attention. I mean, he already had two periods with her, in the Danger Room and in Mathematics, Adding another period in which he had to endure temptation would probably be the last straw. However, some of those students needed this extra period. They needed to understand the importance of working together as a team.
Sighing, he stacked up the papers neatly, giving it up as a bad job and considering doing them later. He was more than certain that more than half of the class would appreciate not receiving their horrible test grades back.
But it wasn't like he had anything else to do during this free time... besides brood that was. And he was already doing enough of that, alright.
Putting his head in one hand, he sighed yet again. Things just really weren't working out right now, were they? No one seemed to pay any attention in his classes, and he'd developed an obsession (because, truthfully, that was what it was) for a student of all people.