Katie sat up slowly, wiping the cold sweat from her brow, panting lightly. She sighed, tugging her bed curtains to the side, squinting when she was practically smacked in the face with the loveliness of the Sunday morning.
"Morning." came a voice. Katie jumped, but calmed once she saw that Nicole lie awake in her bed, only her face peeping out from her blankets.
Nicole smiled, here eyes crinkling at the corners slightly and her eyes shining in the morning sunlight. "Another good dream?"
Katie's face flushed, and she nodded at Nicole. As vaguely uncomfortable and telling her dream had been, she'd enjoyed it very much. "Yes... it was a very good dream." Pausing, she looked at Nicole sideways. "Were you listening to it? Again?" Nicole had a disconcerting habit of listening in on Katie's dreams, however uncomfortable Katie would have been about it.
Nicole shrugged nonchalantly, rolling over on her stomach and staring hard at the alarm clock, crossing her arms over her pillow and resting her head on them. "Maybe I did... and maybe I didn't," she began, grinning into her arms and sliding Katie a sly look, "Kitten." Nicole snorted giggling slightly hysterically. "Kitten! Ha!...That's the stupidest... nickname I've ever heard!...Does he call you princess too? Oh! Oh!..Or maybe... sugarplum, or muffin?!" Nicole squealed with laughter, rolling from side to side now in hilarity. Until she fell from the bed with a 'whump'. "Owwie..."
"Serves you right," Katie muttered to herself, giving Nicole an I-hope-that-hurt look.
Nicole made a sad face at Katie, looking fairly ridiculous sprawled out on the floor in Logan's t-shirt.
"And what, pray, does Logan call you? Candy?" Katie asked acidly, looking indignant. She hadn't minded being called Kitten...
As expected, Nicole flared up almost at once. "Why would he associate me with that idiotic, bimbo's name?! No, I'm bitch, kid, or Miss Vigneau. And if he's really angry I'm Nicole." She snapped, sitting up and glaring at Katie. "Besides, why call me Candy, when he could have the real thing?" Nicole's angry words dissolved into grumpy mumbles as she got up, making a show of ignoring Katie while digging savagely through her clothing drawers.
Once choosing a baby blue short sleeved shirt with a few buttons at the v-neckline and a white camisole with lacy bits on the top and bottom to go under it, she opened her pants drawer to find it empty. She paled. No pants. She'd worn all of her pants and had sent them to the laundry room, Scotts' visit the night before was only for shirts and undergarments which were always done together. Pants were always washed separately because they were so bulky and would jam up the washing machines if they went in with everything else. She wouldn't get her pants back until tomorrow. "Katie... my pants... they're all gone..." Nicole gasped in awe. What would she wear?
Katie smirked. "You could always wear that skirt that my mom gave me... you know... the short denim one? It doesn't fit me, too small around the hips... you could always wear it." she suggested, oddly pleased that Nicole was going to have an extremely awkward day today in a skirt. Since... well, Katie mostly wore skirts... Nicole deserved it for making fun of her nickname.
Nicole blanched. "I'd rather die first."
Katie grinned at her friend, somewhat evilly. "Well, you could always just walk around school without pants on, I'm sure Logan would love that. It'd make trying to bang you in an empty classroom just that much easier."
Nicole rapidly went from pale, to dead white, to bright red. "KATIE! How DARE you suggest that I'd do something like that!"
"Well, how dare YOU listen to my private dreams?!" Katie snapped back, getting up and rummaging through her own drawers and taking out the skirt and throwing it down by Nicole. The skirt, in truth, wasn't all that short. It could have been much worse.
Nicole stared menacingly up at Katie through her lashes, "Well, either way you were moaning and talking in your sleep... what's the difference if I can hear his input as well?" she snapped, "Besides, you were practically radiating the dream to me. I was getting snippets of it even before I decided to listen in."
Katie scowled. "I don't care. It still wasn't any of your business."
Nicole harrumphed, grabbed the skirt, giving Katie a dirty look. Katie glared right back, righteously, small spider web-y strands of lightning dancing about her face.
Katie and Nicole ignored each other all the way to breakfast, sitting next to each other so they wouldn't have to actually look at each other. Nicole was none the happier when Logan looked up from the seat across from her, and grinned, looking her up and down.
Albeit reluctantly, Nicole sat down across from Logan, but only for the lack of open seats. Though Logan's face wasn't exactly very welcome to Nicole at the moment, but then again, neither was Katie's. So she sat, trying to ignore his existence.
Logan however still found it extremely amusing that she chose such feminine clothing today. "My my, aren't we feeling extremely feminine today..." he mused, eyes sparkling devilishly behind the charming grin that spread over his features.
"I ran out of pants." Nicole stated blandly, pushing her sausages around her plate idly.
Logan smirked "Want to borrow a pair of mine?"
Nicole snapped to attention, glaring at him, all pretense of ignoring his existence gone. "Well, considering the size of your ass, I doubt they'd fit me." She commented, feeling the warm fizz of anger built up inside her. She really didn't want to have this conversation, not with him, not right now. She'd woken up with a bit of a scratchy throat and a sniffle, and wasn't quite feeling up to this.
Logan's eyebrows threatened to disappear into his hairline, and the corner of his mouth kicked up into that irritating smirk. "Well, I'm flattered that you pay such avid attention to my backside, but I'm sorry, I don't go for younger women." he commented, his voice grated on Nicole's nerves she suppressed an irritated snarl.
"Could've fooled me." she hissed through gritted teeth, her food didn't appear half as appetizing as it had a minute before. Her throat constricted painfully, she assured herself because she was feeling the beginnings of a cold. Nothing more...
Logan smiled in a mock sweet way, "I'm sorry, perhaps if you were a bit older...?.. A few feet taller..?" he smirked.
That was a low blow. Nicole stood up rather abruptly. "I'll give you a few feet taller, you furry faced son of a-" she began to snarl malevolently, but stopped when Katie yanked Nicole back into her seat.
"Could you act like a normal human being for one morning? Just this once?" Katie snapped icily, turning angry blue eyes to Nicole's burning dark ones.
"No, considering the fact that no one in this building is a normal human being." Nicole said waspishly.
Katie recoiled a bit, somewhat hurt by that comment. It was easy to forget that they weren't normal human beings, as the school was filled with such mutants, but it still stung to be reminded. Ignoring the thin, faded blue-orange spark that crackled its way along a curl, Katie went back to ignoring her friend. Nicole needed to learn that other people had feelings too.
Logan cleared his throat, snatching Nicole's attention back to his smirking face. "Had ourselves a little lover's spat have we?" he drawled, an eyebrow raised, the furry-faced comment was let slide for the moment.
Nicole's lip curled in distaste, she stabbed at her cold scrambled eggs viciously. "What if we have? Why would it be your business? It wasn't about you so stay out of it." Nicole lied with a blank face. Of course the argument had been partially about him. His bit had been added as a nasty comment on Katie's part.
"Don't lie to the man Nicole; of course it was about him." Katie broke in, with a nasty "Ha, you're in for it now and you deserve it too"- look. Nicole's jaw almost fell to the floor, and Logan's eyebrows threatened to disappear into his fringe again.
"So," Logan began, looking pleased with himself. He liked arguing with Nicole, at least when he won. "Were you fighting about me, or over me?" He added, with a smug looking smile. Nicole's face darkened, and Katie's twitched a bit. Though she liked having gotten Nicole back, she did not like having it insinuated that she wanted anything to do the brutish Logan.
"No!" Nicole rushed to defend a little too quickly, Logan's smirk widened. "We were just arguing about..." Nicole faltered. Quick, a lie... and a good one. She blurted the first thing that came to her (some what disturbed...) mind, "Boxers or Briefs?!"
Without warning, Katie burst into laughter, snorting into her orange-tea, and through the hysteric fit of giggles she gasped, "Yes! Which do you prefer? Nicole was wondering!"
"Neither," Logan replied, one eyebrow rose ever so slightly above the other.
Nicole immediately spit out her own drink, choking. "You go commando?" She blurted out, mind filled with some fairly unwelcome pictures, none of which would help her keep her breakfast down. "No! No! I DON'T want to know!!" Nicole croaked, panting heavily from nearly drowning in her drink and clutching her head, willing the extremely unwanted pictures from her head. Bad thoughts bad thoughts... very bad thoughts... Was he serious? If so, she would never be able to look at him the same way without looking... Nicole's eyes slid to the part in the table where she judged his lap would be, quickly then looking away completely mortified. If her food had been unappetizing before it certainly held no appeal now.
Logan merely chuckled sadistically at Nicole, though any further attempts to scar mental images of his nether regions into her mind was cut short by the overly cheerful bell ringing.
Nicole scowled and got up, ignoring the half-eaten remains of her breakfast, deciding she needed some time alone. That old, twisted, lightning-scarred tree looked as though it would be the perfect place for her brooding.