Katie shifted uncomfortably in her seat next to Nicole (they'd recently had their seats moved to opposite sides of the room in their geopolitical current events class, just to prove they weren't attached at the hip). She wasn't paying any attention to what she was eating, just going through the motions while looking up at the clock nervously.

"Katie! Stoppit!" Nicole hissed, as Katie bumped Nicole's elbow for the fiftieth time. "You'd think it was a date or something!"

Glaring at Nicole, Katie ceased her squirming. "It's not! I'm just nervous. I don't want to end up acting stupid around him. Especially when he's trying to do me a favor by helping me in Math." she snapped, pushing her rice around her plate moodily.

Nicole rolled her eyes over her book. She had taken an interest in their reading book and had buried her nose in it all dinner, barely eating, but when she did attempt to she missed her mouth. Of course, given the nature of the book, Nicole had attempted to cover the front cover with a blank piece of paper, only to fail miserably. So she read it as it lie flat on the table so no one could see the cover.

"Nicole, you've got to eat, and STOP reading that book! God... it's not going to get up and walk away." Katie snapped, still a bit miffed at Nicole's lack of support.

Nicole slammed the book shut anyways, her eyes wide, and immediately began shoveling food into her mouth as if it were her job.

Raising a questioning brow, Katie laughed. "What was that about?"

"Got to a 'good' part and decided that I'd rather not read it in public where everyone can see my reaction."

"Nicole, do you really think anyone's paying you any attention?" Katie pensively speared a single grain of rice, playing with it rather than eating it. "And how are they supposed to know what part of the book you're reading anyway? I'm more worried for what happens if we have to read them aloud in class..." She twitched lightly.

Shivering, Nicole nodded in agreement. "I don't see how we are supposed to relate a vampire to a mutant when everything in this book is so distractingly erotic." Nicole muttered darkly, mulling over her dinner roll, staring at it as if it were insulting her. She made a game out of making it levitate up and dropping into her hand repeatedly, until she accidentally lost control and it went whizzing up and landed with a splash into the nights featured soup. She blushed and lowered her head when more than a few heads turned to stare at her, some with amusement and those who had been splashed, with annoyance.

Katie sighed, "Nicole, you never cease to amaze me in the field of your questionable amount of maturity." she commented, shaking her head and laughing.

Nicole made a face at her friend, calling over another roll and playing with this one as well. "I'm not the one who likes to make all the lights flash in time with whatever music they're listening to." Nicole countered, trying to keep attention on both the conversation and the "magically" jumping roll.

"That doesn't splatter people with hot soup, Nicole." Katie grabbed the suddenly flying lump of bread before it managed to hit anyone.

"Splashing doesn't give people epilepsy either." Nicole countered, taking her roll back.

"No, but its hot soup. How would you feel if you were splashed with boiling hot soup?" Katie asked, stuffing the roll into Nicole's mouth, so she didn't have a chance to contradict her.

Scowling, Nicole bit off a hunk of her roll and put the rest on her plate, chewing angrily. Katie grinned triumphantly, that was the only way to get Nicole to shut up, stuff her mouth full of food.

After finally swallowing, Nicole made a pained face at Katie. "I hate when you do that. Then I can't talk. Or breathe."

Katie's grin widened, "Exactly."

Logan caught himself, about to laugh at their remarks, but realizing that letting on that he was paying rather close attention to anything Nicole did was a bad idea. Apparently there was another way to make Nicole be quiet, other than kissing her...

Scott looked up at the clock for the umpteenth time, waiting. He was planning to leave a little early, so he'd have time to clean up his room a little (it wouldn't be so nice to have bits of clothing lying around and things), but dinner was barely halfway through. He sighed, unsure of whether everything had slowed down through apprehension, or anticipation.

Unfortunately, (or fortunately, however you want to look at it...) the two teachers had only been able to find seats very near to the two objects of their denied affections.

Scott tapped his fingers rapidly on the table cloth of the table nervously, looking up at the clock every few minutes. He'd attempted to eat, but found that every time his fork approached his mouth he felt sick. Why did he suggest that they have the tutoring session in his room? Why couldn't he have suggested the library? Or somewhere else quiet? Why his room?????!!! He slid a glance toward Katie, and felt a shiver ripple down his spine. How would he ever make it through the tutoring session with that temptation sitting in the chair feet away from him?

Meanwhile, in his attempt to try to ignore Nicole's presence, despite his keen senses that were tingling on end, making him tense, he reached for a dinner roll, only to find Nicole's hand curled around it. Their fingers brushed and Logan's senses went haywire, the hairs of his arms rising in goose bumps. Damn it.

"You can have it." she muttered quickly, snatching her hand away and continuing her conversation with Katie.

Logan took the roll, though he wasn't paying any attention to it at all. Rather, he was concentrating on the split-second, momentary brush of their fingers, and the feel of her hand in his own. Looking up, as carefully as possible to look at her, he felt his stomach do another funny jump. A short, curly lock of hair had fallen in her face, and he curled his fingers tighter around the roll to keep from reaching out and brushing it out of her face... Damn! This is ridiculous! He'd understood it perfectly fine when she'd just turned him on, but now he wasn't sure what he wanted, just that it wasn't that simple anymore...

Logan tried to quickly avert his gaze when Katie looked up, but her eyes locked with his as if to say, not so fast.

She glared at him, clearly sending him hostile vibes. He tried to suppress a shudder, Katie and Nicole clearly had a strong friendship. His breath caught in his throat. Did Nicole tell Katie about the kiss?

Katie, trying to keep a small but sadistic grin off of her face at the fun in torturing Logan, sent him a tiny, threatening nod. I know what you did, her look seemed to say, and I don't approve. Hurt her and die, asshole. Deciding he was well-warned, Katie looked away, resuming the conversation as though nothing at all had happened.

Logan shrugged, its not like Katie had anything to worry about. If he tried to pull a stunt like that again, he was pretty sure he would get a lot more than a slap. He'd get a mental ass whooping, a very well aimed kick between his legs, and now adding Katie to the equation; he'd get a nice electrocution as well. Yes, he would stay far away from Nicole from now on. Very far away.