AN:
And here it is, folks. The dance. I hope you enjoy it!
Douglas's POV:
I suddenly saw Sam and Wolverine enter the room. I had already moved all the tables and chairs to the back of the room, and now we were just setting up the streamers, and figuring out the music.
Then my blood turned cold. I saw Sam's hand linked with Wolverine's. Her smiling face beaming up at him. I wanted to pull out my claws any kill Wolverine right there. But I remembered the Professor's command, and stayed where I was, breathing deeply to keep myself in control.
"Hey, Douglas!" Sam called, walking over to me. Her hand slid out of Wolverine's, but it was only to hug me quickly. Then she went back to him.
My heart burned with jealousy. But how could I tell her that I was the one she needed? That stupid metal-clawed moron. At least I had powers other than claws, unlike Wolverine.
"So what can we help with?" Sam asked me.
"Um..." I trailed off.
"Hey, can someone help me?" Cyclops called from the other side of the room. He was covered in streamers.
Wolverine ran over to him, slashing the streamers apart with his claws.
"Logan!" The professor said sharply. "No claws."
"Sorry, Chuck." Wolverine said, grinning. With the light reflecting off his teeth, his dark hair sticking up like ears, and his claws still out, he looked like the animal he was so aptly named for. And it scared me.
We spent the next couple of hours setting everything up, so by nine the Dining Hall was dark, full of streamers, and music was blasting from all over.
Finally the students began filing in. I wondered if Warren and Spiro would be there. Probably not. I had ruined everything for them.
"Hey, look!" Sam said, smiling. "They're already dancing, and it's not even a slow song."
I turned to see Bobby and Rogue swaying in time to the music. Rogue's hands were gloved, but even so she was careful only to touch Bobby's shirt. She wasn't taking any chances.
Suddenly the song changed to a slow song. I saw Logan tell Sam something, then walk away. This was my chance. I didn't care that she had just been holding hands with Wolverine, I would tell Sam how I felt. I walked over to her, and said, "Can I talk to you?"
Sam nodded, and we walked over to the back corner of the room, where we could hear each other over the blaring music.
"What is it?" Sam asked me.
"I, um,"' what could I say? I guess I would just have to tell her the truth, and live with the consequences that followed. "I love you." I said.
AN:
And that is where I will end. Just to leave you with a horrible cliffhanger. HAHAHAHAHH!