At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, Lalia Azali hides more than most. She's not just a surgeon-she's this universe's Scarlet Witch, a title whispered with fear and awe, tied to a power she never wanted and a fate she can't outrun.
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- Lalia
Logan's kiss left me reeling. As soon as he pulled away and walked out, I stood there in my room, stunned, my fingers lightly touching my lips where his had just been. The room felt smaller, the air thicker. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I sank onto the edge of my bed, my mind racing. Logan. Logan had kissed me. And, God help me, I kissed him back. I didn't just let it happen, I wanted it.
A part of me had been craving this for so long, even if I hadn't admitted it to myself. And now that it had happened, I couldn't ignore the truth anymore. I had feelings for him. But then there was Simon. He asked me to focus on my feelings for him alone, and I betrayed him in just one day. The guilt crashed over me like a tidal wave.
How could I do this to him? Even though Logan had made the first move, I was just as guilty. I kissed him back. I wanted it. The thought made my stomach churn. I got up and started pacing around my room, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. What was I supposed to do now?
How could I face Simon, knowing what had happened? How could I face Logan, knowing what I felt? I felt like I was being torn in two different directions, and I had no idea which way to go.
I needed to talk to someone, anyone. Jean. Jean would know what to do. She always did. I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I just had to make it to Jean's room without running into Logan. The thought of seeing him again right now was too much to handle.
I slipped out into the hallway, moving as quickly and quietly as I could. My footsteps echoed in the silence, and I felt like every sound was amplified, like a spotlight was shining on me. I turned a corner and nearly ran into a group of students. I ducked my head and kept moving, praying they wouldn't notice the turmoil written all over my face.
Finally, Jean's door was in sight. I broke into a run, desperate to get there before anyone saw me. I reached her door and knocked frantically, hoping she was in. "Jean, it's Lalia. Please, I need to talk to you," I whispered urgently.
Jean's door swung open before I could even knock twice, and she barely took one look at me before pulling me inside like I was a fugitive on the run. Which, honestly, wasn't far off.
"Lalia, what's wrong?" she asked, closing the door behind me. "You look like you just witnessed a murder."
I ran a hand through my hair, pacing the length of her room like a caged animal. "Logan kissed me."
Silence.
Then, Jean gasped like I'd just admitted to robbing a bank. "Shut up."
She grabbed my arm and yanked me down onto the bed beside her. "You're messing with me. Tell me you're messing with me."
"I wish," I muttered, rubbing my temples. "Jean, what the hell do I do? Simon literally just asked me to figure out my feelings for him, and not even a day later, I—" I exhaled sharply. "I kissed Logan back."
