Logan stood up from behind his desk. "You remember why you got detention, right?" he asked as he approached him.
Wolf rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because I was out last night."
"Good," Logan smirked as he handed him a piece of chalk. "Go to the board."
Wolf looked at him suspiciously, grabbed the chalk, and stalked over to the board, clearly annoyed. He looked over his shoulder at Logan expectantly.
"Start writing," Logan said, "And make sure you get it all because I'm only saying it once: I am not a dog, I do not chew on furniture, chase my butt around in circles, bury bones in the yard, or mark my territory. I do not do things just because that is what I feel like at the moment, I think through my actions first. I will act like the human I am and actually use my brain, not just instinct."
Wolf turned around and glared at him. "I'm not writing that! It's insulting!"
"You're insulting," Logan said pointedly, "Now write that over and over on the board until I tell you to stop. If you run out of room, erase the whole thing and start over."
"Why? What's the point?"
"There isn't one," Logan shrugged, slightly amused at his reaction, "I just needed to give you something to do for an hour."
Wolf growled, but his butt was still aching from his encounter with Ororo, so he didn't want to do anything to give Logan a reason to spank him. He wouldn't argue; not yet, anyway. "Fine," he huffed as he turned towards the board and started writing, taking his time.
Logan smirked and sat down at his desk. He grabbed a Harley Davidson magazine from a drawer and started to read.
"I don't hear any writing."
"Logan, come on!" Wolf whined, "My hand hurts!" He'd been at this for about twenty minutes now, and he had already filled the boards four times. The chalk dust made him sneeze, too.
"Keep up the whining and your $$ will hurt too," Logan said as he continued to read his magazine.
Wolf huffed. Then he began to write, 'Logan is a -"
"Wolf! Erase that right now!" Logan yelled.
"How did you even know? You've had your nose in a porn magazine since I've started!" Wolf protested, turning around and crossing his arms.
"It's not porn, it's motorcycles!" Logan said as he held the magazine up and glared at him.
Wolf raised an eyebrow. "Is that what gets you off? Why else would you be staring at it for an hour?" Then he shook his head. "That doesn't matter, it's still nothing important. Why are you wasting both our time here?"
"Trust me, there are a whole lot of better things I could be doing right now, and you're the reason why I'm not doing them. Now you stop wasting my time and write!"
"No!" Wolf growled as he threw the chalk down and glared at him, "You can't make me!"
Logan was about to threaten him, but then he recognized the signs: eye contact, defensive posture, challenging. He sighed. "Wolf, would you like to fight me again?" he asked calmly.
"H+ll yeah!" Wolf yelled as he crouched down, "I'll kill you!"
"Wait a minute," Logan growled as he walked around his desk and grabbed Wolf's collar, pulling him upright. He looked him in the eye. "If we fight, we'll fight in the Danger Room and we'll use the same rules as before. Do you understand me?"
Wolf whined and tried to pull away; he really hated that collar! "I don't like your rules!" he protested.
"Too bad. It's that or we don't fight at all," Logan said, "I'll walk you to the Danger Room, but don't you dare change form until I take your collar off! Understand that?"
Wolf nodded, not saying anything.
"Good," Logan said as he let go. Then he pushed Wolf towards the door. "Let's go."
Wolf continued to stay silent and tense for the short walk to the DRoom. He just wanted to kill Logan and prove he was better.
Logan didn't mind the silence. He was more than a little annoyed at the kid by now; and knowing Wolf, if he opened his mouth to speak he'd only make it worse.
As soon as they were in the DRoom Wolf whirled around. "Get this off of me!" he growled as he pawed at his collar.
"No," Logan said simply as he grabbed the collar and dragged Wolf backwards to the center of the room. "Now I'll take it off."
Wolf growled indignantly. "What's the difference between here and the door?"
"Not much," Logan said as he undid the buckle on the collar, "I just didn't want you attacking me right away. Now go to the other side of the room to change form, then we'll start." He sent him off with a hard swat.
Wolf yelped and grabbed his butt as the hit had him jumping across the room, making the instruction to go there completely unnecessary. Then, after he recovered, he realized that the weight from the collar was gone. He smirked and crouched down, letting the predator take over his body as he changed form, but still holding control in his mind.