Ultimate fanfiction chronicles BOOK 3

CHAPTER 2

Firstly, I haven't even spent 24 hours in this place and in that amount of time I have managed to: 1: get coffee spilt on my face/clothes 2: Attack a guy that hates my guts 3: Piss off two other people I don't really know 4: get mistaken for a dude and 5: got sent to the principal's office. "You're shitting me?" I asked sarcastically to Sunglasses, who I have now found out is called Scott A.K.A Cyclops. "Language like that isn't tolerated here." He answered simply before he walked off, leaving me sitting on the bench outside Professor X's office. With Logan, of course, waiting with me, also on the bench. He lit a cigar. "You're kidding me? You're allowed to smoke in here but I'm not allowed to cuss?" I asked hysterically. "If you haven't noticed...all the kids have gone to class...And I'm missing my class because of this, so back off." He threatened me loosely. "You? A teacher?" I scoffed. "Trust me when I say, it wasn't my idea." He told me, a menacing tone lingering in his voice. "That is the first thing you have said that has actually made sense." I confirmed. "You two may come in now." Professor Xavier announced in our minds. We got up and reluctantly made our way to his office.

"I understand that you two have managed to get into a fight?" he said the word 'fight' like it was some sort of disease. "It is your first day here and this is how you make first impressions?" Xavier asked me. "I didn't ask to join your little 'team', you know." I said, bored out of my mind. "Logan, do you even know this girl's name?" I don't know why Xavier was asking us these questions, he knew the answers anyway, maybe it was to humiliate us in front of the other person, but Logan and I were so not bothered. "No..." Logan answered in between two puffs of smoke. "Logan, you know smoking isn't permitted on school grounds." Xavier scolded. Logan just chopped off the stub of his cigar with his claws, putting the ashes in the bin. "Show off..." I muttered under my breath. "Fang face." He threatened back. "Claw cringe!" I retaliated. "ENOUGH!!" Xavier shouted telepathically, causing me and Logan to cover our ears and grimace in pain. "Logan, meet Hazel, you will be teaching her how to control her powers and hand-to-hand combat for the next couple of weeks." Xavier explained slowly. I'm pretty sure I just had a heart attack and died of shock. "You're fucking kidding me?!" I shouted, standing up suddenly from the chair I was sat in, causing it to fall over. The professor didn't even bother with telling me off for swearing, he just shook his head at me. "You and Logan's mutant DNA are quite similar in many ways, since the blood we gave you last night was Logan's, it has seemed to respond well with healing your skin cells." He explained even further. Okay, that proves why I felt a lot better and my wounds from the arrows had healed up A LOT quicker than usual. But this is bullshit, the guy I tried to kill earlier actually saved my life. "Wait...That was her?" Logan questioned, obviously pissed off.

"What do you mean 'That was her?'?" I retaliated once again, turning towards Logan. It was his turn to stand up now, "Storm barged into my room at one o'clock this morning asking for my blood for a severely injured student!" he yelled in my face. I scowled at him, "You know what? I'm done, I can't stand another minute in here with him, and so if you'll excuse me, I'm going to my room." I turned around and ran out the office and towards the stairs. When I opened my bedroom door, I slammed it shut so loud, I'm pretty sure I disturbed all the classes in the building. "That is fucking it!" I screamed. I threw my indie rucksack on the bed and checked that all my stuff was still in it (When I change into wolf form, all the stuff I am wearing seems to mould into my fur and disappear until I'm back in human form, Storm must have put my bag in here when she put me in here.). My phone, headphones, (empty) wallet, burrito wrappers and feathers from previous kills were all still in my bag, I slung it over my shoulder and grabbed my hoodie, that wasn't as blood stained as my other clothes, put it on and jumped out of the window.

As soon as I dropped from the window, I made my way to the front gate, opened it without setting off some sort of alarm and bolted towards the nearest bar. By the time I had made it to the 'Angry Indian' I was exhausted and still broke, I couldn't afford a drink, I realised. But you're never gonna believe what I found in a pile of snow. I slammed the 5-dollar note on the bar, asking the bartender for a beer. "You sure you're old enough to drink?" His brown forehead creased as he asked me. I sighed as I took my ID out of my wallet, clearly stating that I was 25 years of age. The bartender's expression loosened as he read the laminated piece of card. "Alright..." he poured me a beer and took the 5 dollar note out of my hand. I wrapped my cold hands around it, making them colder. I downed the whole thing, "A woman like you shouldn't be drinking like that it'll worry your pretty little face off." An old toothless guy sitting next to me flirted. "Fuck off, I can do what I want, when I want." I snapped at him. The guy didn't give in though, he placed one of his wrinkled hairy hands on my thigh. "I like a girl with a lil' fire." That's it, he's in the danger zone. I punched him in the face, causing him to lose two more of his teeth, he fell to the floor, unconscious. His drinking buddies were sober enough to drag him away from me. I turned back to my topped up beer glass, sat back down, and drank from it until I calmed down a bit more. That was until I heard a motorbike, a Harley Davidson, pull up to the bar outside. It parked, the biker got off of it and trudged his way to the bar. When he opened the door and let the cold air carry his scent towards me, I recognised it immediately, the smell of cigars and alcohol. His heavy footsteps came towards me until I could hear him breathe.