A/N: I am a terrible person. I haven't updated in ages and that makes me very mean. But here is the next chapter.

Chapter 15

My alarm clock was what woke me up at 6:30 in the morning. It was a lot earlier than I was used to since back home I always got up at around 8 O'clock. I peeked out over the cover glared at my clock, as if that was what would shut it up. I wish. Instead, I had to lift my arm and manually turn of the demon noise that had interrupted my sleep which had only lasted about 4 hours. I was definitely not in the mood for school after the amount of shut eye I had, had.

When the beeping from my clock had ceased, I rolled onto my back and rubbed a hand over my eyes. I needed to get up soon because I only had about an hour to get showered, dressed and have breakfast before my first lesson started. How that was humanly or mutantly possible I don't know.

My thoughts were interrupted by an incessant banging on the door to my room. I didn't even have a chance to invite them in, despite my current state, before the door swung open, banging against the dresser to the side of it in the process.

"Wakey wakey, Natalee!" I instantly knew who it was. Kitty. What I had said before about feeling like a big sister I regretted. If this was how big sisters were treated, I wasn't too sure if I wanted it.

"Kitty." I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. Why did she have to do this to me? Why couldn't she do it to someone else instead of me? "What are you doing?"

I looked up to see her rooting through my dresser. "Finding you something to wear today." She swivelled her head so she could look at me. "Go get in the shower and I'll have your clothes ready when you're done."

I stood up from the bed and stretched my body. I noticed I had become a little bit more flexible recently as well. "Kitty, you don't need to do this, I can manage." It was then that I noticed her apparel. She was washed and dressed, ready for the day. "How the hell are you ready at this time in the fucking morning? In fact, how are you this bloody cheerful?"

She didn't seem to mind my swearing. Actually, she giggled at it. How dare she? If this was anyone else, I would have already smacked her upside the head by now.

"You just get used to it, to be honest." She made a gesture with her hands towards the bathroom, "Shower. Now. Go."

I was far too tired to argue with her, so I complied. The hot water cascaded down my back and loosened the tense muscles I had acquired during my fitful sleep. It was soothing and whilst I stood there, it felt for a moment like I was boneless. The stress seeped out of my body and all the emotions I had felt the night before seemed pathetic almost looking back on it. I had no reason to feel that way and decided not to dwell on it any longer. Otherwise, I'm pretty sure I would have been depressed for the entire day.

I quickly finished up with my shower and walked out to find Kitty talking to someone at the door. She only had the door creaked open so she could just see through it at the person in the other side. I couldn't see the person or smell them from the distance I was at. Not yet, at least. However, I just caught what she was saying before finished her conversation.

"…She isn't decent, I'm afraid. But you wouldn't care, would you? You probably wouldn't be able to control yourself. She'll see you later though. Bye, Logan." She gave a small wave before literally closing the door on their conversation. My eyes widened at the last sentence. She didn't really just say that to Logan, did she?

"Kitty! What the hell!" I snapped. "Why did you say that to Logan? And why didn't he reprimand you for it?" I expected her to be at least a little bit frightened because of my new short temper. Instead, she stood there with a smug smirk etched across her face. My eyes narrowed. "Well?"

She chuckled and held her hands up in front of her body. "One; yes. Two; because I shut the door in his face before he had the chance." She pointed at the pile sat on my bed. "Get dressed whilst I bond with you." She wandered to the other side of the room and began rifling through a box with various knick knacks in.

I raised an eyebrow. "Bond?" What the hell was she going on about? I began pulling on my underwear on underneath my towel. "Please explain."

"Yeah, bond." She sounded distant at first, but then she turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. "Basically, I go through your things and later you can go through mine. You can learn a lot about a person by looking through their stuff."

By this point I had my jeans on and had started to put on my bra. My back was to Kitty so I had to speak up a little bit. "Right. Okay. Seems legit. I will take you up on that offer at the weekend." Now I had my shirt and turned to look at the shorter girl. "How do I look?" I spread out my arms as she glanced at my body. My earlier annoyance towards her was long forgotten.

Eventually, she nodded. "Are you wearing any make-up?" I shook my head. I didn't see the point. Of course I had make-up but the most I wore normally would be mascara and, on occasion, eyeliner. I was only going to learn things with people I now lived with. I didn't need to impress them. "Right. Well, let's go get some breakfast then." Kitty walked out of the room and I followed behind her.

The school day went by pretty quickly. I met a few new people, learnt a few new things. Overall, it was possibly the best first day at school I had ever had. It wasn't long before I found myself walking to my first training session with Logan. My mind was still fresh with what the others had said, so I was a little nervous about being alone with him. Especially after the episode I had, had the night before.

I found myself in front of the door to the room where I would be training with Logan. Instinctively I raised my hand to knock. Melissa had raised me properly. But when I heard his voice call out from the other side, I instantly dropped it in embarrassment. Upon opening the door, I was welcomed with the sight of a shirtless Logan, tidying away some weights. The closest I had seen to this was when he wore tight tank tops that outlined the muscles that were hiding beneath. Now, without a barrier, I could truly appreciate how ripped Logan actually was.

I shook myself out of my stupor before Logan could notice I was ogling him. I opened my mouth to speak but he beat me to it.

"You can start by doing some press ups." He said it so nonchalantly that I almost complied straight away. Then what he'd actually said registered in my mind. My foot was suspended in the air when I swivelled my head to look at him. I hadn't spoken but just stared at him with a dumbfounded expression. He was still busy tidying things when he felt my stare on the back of his skull. He turned to look at me and raised an eyebrow when he noticed the look on my face. "What?"

I closed my gaping mouth, figuring that I probably looked like I had dislocated my jaw. "Well, I just thought we were going to be doing something different to lifting weights. Like, I don't know, sparring." That was what I had thought was happening. I thought Logan was meant to be teaching me how to use my reflexes properly, not make me do weight lifting.

"We'll get onto that. But first we need to make your muscles stronger especially if you're going to go up against me." He didn't say anything else on the matter and continued as he was before. I stared at him for a moment before doing as he asked.

The hour passed by quickly and before I knew it, I was back in my room changing out of my gym clothes. The time I had spent with Logan was pleasant. I was expecting it to be semi awkward but I was glad to find that it wasn't. By the end, we were close to having a proper joke around but not quite, because you have to remember that this is Logan we're talking about.

When I settled into bed that night, my dreams were surprisingly lighter than the night before. I slept peacefully enough but couldn't help the underlying feeling of someone watching me.

*Third Person POV*

"Sir, looks like our informant was right. They have a female feral." A man concealed in the think forest spoke into a walky-talky. The person on the other end paused before replying.

"Keep a look out. I want to be updated every day. And don't get caught." His response was sharp.

"You got it, Victor." The man put his walky-talky away and continued to observe the mansion, unnoticed.

A/N: Sooo what do you think? Some people have said I need more action so here is the start of it.

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