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Chapter 7

Vincent and his father finished their breakfast and sat back with the others and the students left to get ready for school. Vincent was still tired from running all night. Charles turned to them.

"Since you are all healed, Vincent, I think it's time for you to do your classes," Charles said.

Vincent nodded. "There ain't no point in arguin'. I'm gonna end up doin' them no matter what. Do you have a writin' class?"

"Yes. Scott teaches the class."

"Sounds fun. I hope everyone besides the teachers with like me."

"I'm sure that they will. It'll take some time," Scott said. "The writing class is your first class."

"Is there any other class you want to take?" Charles asked.

Vincent shrugged his shoulders. "What does Uncle Logan teach?"

"Self defense, German, and Japanese."

"I know German like Jimmy, but I don't know Japanese," Victor said.

"We need another teacher that speaks German. Logan needs some help because of his lost memories. Could you help him?"

"Yeah, I guess I could. Not yet. Maybe next week."

"I'll take Uncle Jimmy's classes. If I'm around him more than I'm sure we'll get along a lot better," Vincent said.

Charles nodded. "Alright, you'll start right away. Here is the schedule."

"Thank you, Prof. I'm gonna go get dressed."

"Meet me at the kitchen," Scott said.

Vincent nodded and Victor and him left. Vincent got dressed and grabbed his notebook and met Scott at the kitchen and followed him to the classroom. When he entered he saw all the kids in there waiting for Scott. The turned their heads to him and Scott.

"This is Vincent Creed, class. He's going to be in here, so I want you to make him feel welcome."

Scott went to his desk and Vincent look at the seats. The kids were glaring and scowling at him. The already knew who he was. Who wouldn't? He looked just like his father, the Sabretooth. Psychopathic killer. That's what he used to be. He found empty seats in the back. He went there and plopped in a chair, leaned back, and crossed his arms. A few of the kids looked at him. He glared at them. He heard them whispering about him after Scott told them that they could do a free write for the period. He heard them with his heightened hearing. He tried to concentrate on his work. The free write was a two hour class. At the end of it nobody left because it was math and Scott taught that too. Vincent tried blocking out the whispering, but it didn't work. He put his work away and laid his head down on his arms and closed his eyes after putting his ear plugs in. An hour went by and the class ended. Vincent took out the ear plugs. He put the math paper in his notebook. He went to his and his father's room and dropped his stuff off. He then used his nose and followed the scent of food to the dinning room. There was a buffet table. He went over to it to find that there was no food left. The kid that was there before him got the last bit of food.

Vincent looked around and saw the kid sitting with his group of friends, laughing at how the kid took the food on purpose so that Sabretooth's son wouldn't get it. Victor sighed and went to the kitchen. He searched the cabinets and fridge. There wasn't anything that caught his eyes. He sat at the island and sighed, shaking his head sadly. Soon his next class started. He went to the class. He sat in the back and leaned back and crossed his arms again. He didn't pay attention to Logan teaching the small class Japanese. Another hour went by and Vincent still didn't pay attention to Logan with the next class that was a bit bigger. He already knew what Logan was teaching them. He already learn what Logan was saying. Learned it from his father. Then another hour went by and it was time for the defense class in the Danger Room. The kids in the German class didn't have the defense class. Vincent followed Logan to the Danger Room. He stood there in his jeans, T-shirt, and sneakers. He saw that Logan was dressed in a martial arts uniform and was bare foot. Vincent took off his sneakers and stuff his socks in them and threw them aside. Seconds later the class came in and Logan had them partner up and practice. The place changed into a room full of mats. Vincent was the only one without a partner. He went to a wall and sat down with his legs pulled up to his chest. He had his arms on his knees and put his head in his arms, burying his head.

Logan looked over to him. He could hear the pups and cubs whispering things about Vincent. "He's Sabretooth's son?" "Yeah, he is" "He must be just like him" "If we're not careful he could hurt us" "Probably did something to get himself kicked out of his school" were the things they were whispering. Because of the cub's heightened senses he heard every word like Logan did. Logan sighed shaking his head. He went over to him and crouched in front of him.

"You alright, cub?" he asked.

Vincent looked up at him. His eyes were rimmed with tears. He shook his head.

"You can hear every word can't ya?"

Vincent nodded.

"You wanna practice with me since you ain't got a partner? Don't have to if ya don't wanna. How old are ya, cub?"

"16 next month."

Logan nodded. "Must be excitin'."

Vincent shrugged. "Only thing excitin' about it is that I get to drive."

"You got your permit?"

"Yeah. I'll need to practice drivin' at some point while I'm here."

"So, you wanna partner up and learn?"

"I guess."

Vincent blocked a punch and another. Then another. He threw one and it got blocked. He tried throwing one to Logan's stomach. His uncle dodged the attack and dropped to his feet and swung a leg at Vincent's feet, knocking them out from under him. The young feral fell and was quickly pinned to the floor. He struggled and tried kicking his uncle off him, but his legs were pinned, too. The guy was really heavy. No matter how strong he was he couldn't get him off. He sighed in defeat. Logan got off from him and helped him up.

"Man, ya need a lot of practice."

"Dad's gonna help me with my mutations. Better be soon."

"I saw ya in my classes. It was because of the kids. Don't let them get to ya."

Vincent nodded and his stomach gave a mighty growl. He groaned.

"You get anythin' to eat at lunch?"

"No. There wasn't anythin' left. A kid took the last bit there was on purpose. I tried the kitchen, but I didn't see anythin' I wanted."

"Class is gonna be over in awhile. What do ya say we go and find you somethin' to eat when it's over?"

Vincent nodded.

"You can sit out for the rest of the class if you want."

Vincent nodded and went to where his shoes and socks were. He put them on and sat down. He watched the class and it finally ended. He waited for Logan to get done in the locker room. Once he was out they headed for the kitchen. Vincent's stomach was growling loudly. Vincent sat at the island and set his head on the island. Vincent then just folded his arms on it and buried his head in them. Today just was not going well. Logan glanced at his nephew before looking in the cabinets. He began digging around and found something any kid would eat.

"Hey, kid, you want Top Ramen?"

"What's it got in it?"

"You've never eaten it before?"

Vincent shook his head.

"It's just a package of noodles that you boil then add seasoning when yer done."

"Sounds good."

Logan put a pot of water and waited for it to boil. He looked at the paper that was at the counter. Vincent looked at the stove and tired to listen, waiting for it to boil. It seemed like minutes went by and it still wasn't boiling.

"How long is it going to take?" Vincent asked, not taking his eyes off the pot.

Logan folded the top of the paper and looked at him. "A watched pot never boils, kid." He went back to his paper and almost immediately he hear it boiling. "See?" He got up and went over to it.

Vincent just watched his uncle. A few minutes went by and there was soon a steaming bowl of noodles in front of him. aroma of the food was mouth watering because of his senses. He grabbed the fork and dig at some of the noodles. He put them in his mouth and ate it. He grinned and ate the rest of it. Soon Vincent wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned again.

"Thanks a lot, Uncle Jimmy."

"No problem, kid." Logan was sitting beside him and ruffled his head. Vincent chuckled and pushed his uncle's arm away playfully. Logan grinned and shoved him some. Vincent grinned, too, and shoved him back. Logan shoved harder and pushed Vincent right off his stool and onto the floor and laughed. Vincent got to his feet and lunged at Logan, but Logan jumped and flipped. He landed gracefully on his feet then found himself tackled to the floor. Logan tried pushing him off, but Vincent was pushing down and they were soon wrestling on the floor. Vincent was grinning at how strong he was.

"Hey, kid?"

"Yeah, Uncle Jim?"

"Yer okay, kid."

"Thanks. So are you."

Vincent got off his uncle and sat back on his stool. Logan did the same. They just talked about nothing for a couple hours until dinner started. Vincent was really liking his uncle and it seemed Logan was the same. Vincent could tell that the Wolverine hated him.

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