Stay Out Of My Way (Scogan)

Go Away

Five weeks had passed, five whole weeks since Logan had moved into the Mutant Mansion. Five weeks of loud teenagers and cocky teachers, well not all of them were loud and cocky but one teacher specifically pissed Logan off. That teacher being Scott Summers, currently the lover of Jean Grey.

Scott wasn't much of a fan of Logan either, he disliked the violent grouchy cat lookalike. He never liked cats, that explains why he didn't like Logan or so people call him but seeing those little dog tags, Scott would have assumed Wolverine was his actual name. Aside from the whole name thing, Scott was sick and tired of the short mans attitude and sarcastic smirks.

It's just safe to say that these two grown men didn't at all get along, there was not a day that had gone by when those two weren't bickering or shoulder checking each other in the halls. Kind of like a whole high school moment for these men. Everybody could see it, they seen the snarky looks and heard the mean comments. Nobody stopped them, except for maybe Storm and Jean but nobody else was brave enough to get in the middle of two men that acted like alphas.

But let's continue on with how Logan is feeling on this fine Saturday. It had started getting cold, living in New York it was mostly always cold but it's September and everybody was getting ready for winter and setting up Halloween decorations for October. Logan thought that was all useless and a waste of time but he couldn't bring himself to say anything about it since the smiles on Rogues face made him stop whatever rude comment he had bubbled up in his stomach.

Rogue was like a little sister to Logan, though she annoyed him sometimes but ain't that what little sisters do? She had friends, a decent boyfriend and a happy personality that made Logan envy how easy she had it at times. But he's an adult and didn't care much of love or a happy ending for himself.

So here he sat, on a kitchen stool drinking a cold beer with a black hoodie that made him look ten times smaller than he already was. He was comfortable, it was quiet and his ears felt at peace. With his sensitive hearing, he had to bear with all the loudness. So staring out the window and watching the snow fall, it was honestly pretty and it brought calmness to him. He wanted to smile, enjoy the simple things like this made him calm.

''Oh...you're in here.''

And all that calmness and happiness shot right out that fucking window.

Logan slowly turned to face the one person he hated all so much.

''The fuck do you want, bub?'' Logan gritted out

''Chill out, wild cat. I'm grabbing a drink, didn't realize you were still here. Since you know, everybody else had left for the movies and the mall.'' Scott shrugged, reaching for a coke.

Logan rolled his eyes, staring down at his drink as if it were the only last thing in the world.

''I also thought you would have stolen my bike and rode off into the sunset with her again.''

And there it was, Mr. Jokester Mcass face

''Nope, ran low on gas so I assumed her rightful owner would fill her up again before I took her out for a joyride.''

Scott growled, causing Logan to growl just as loud with a kick of his chair sliding across the floor.

''The fuck you growling for, assface? Got a problem?''

Scott took another breath of air before calming down, sliding his fingers through his hair.

''I don't know how many times I have to tell you, Logan but when you steal or how you say ''USE'' my bike, fill the damn thing up. Is it really that hard to do simple things? Or do you like making me mad and picking a fight every time we're inches away from each other?''

Chuckling loudly

''You're fucking kidding? The hell with you and your bike, you started this whole thing by being a damn dick so don't start with me-''

''Me?! I saved your fucking life from being blown up and tossed like a ragged doll and you're saying I started it? Oh come on, Logan. I literally tried to shake your hand and make peace but you started making names for all of us that well...never made sense in the first place now that I think about it. You standing there blaming me for this whole thing between us, it's childish.''

Logan had crossed his arms, puffing out his chest and staring dead into the open cabinet next to Scotts head.

''First of all, I have a fast healing factor so saving me was a waste of your time so don't go there. Secondly, I could already tell just by your sour scent Scotty boy, that you disliked me from the beginning. Now fuck off, I'm trying to have a good time.''

Scott tightened his jaw, glaring at the back of Logan's head.

''This is exactly why nobody likes you here, why you're never going to find love or a decent friend who isn't some seventeen year old girl that already has her group of people. You're a lonely sad man with a smelly personality and crappy attitude.''

With that, Scott turned on his heel and stomped off with but not without throwing one last word ''Prick''

Logan sat back down, not in the mood for pretty snow and his now warm beer. He hated Scott, he hated that man so much that it hurt his insides. So without thinking, he set off for the garage. Coming face to metal with Scott's precious little bike that he never shuts up about. Releasing his bone claws (Remember, this is my way and I wanted Logan to have his bone claws in this story) so releasing his bone claws, Logan attacked the bike as if it had stolen his last two dollars. Metal flung left and right, tires flatter than the pancake Logan ate that morning, handles long gone and mirrors broken into tiny pieces.

Backing away with sweat dripping down his face and into his hoodie, Logan's wide eyes stared at every broken part of the once beautiful bike. This was another argument for another day, possibly a big fight but right now..right now, Logan didn't give a fuck because Scott started it and wouldn't go away.

How did you like the first chapter? It wasn't as long as I wanted it to be but I have big plans for this story, I'm taking my time on the chapters and they will get longer.

Enjoy the picture of our adorable vicious Logan