Chapter 9: Black Motorcycle Talk

FRANCESCA'S POINT OF VIEW:

I looked at myself in the mirror for the fourth time in a row. I sighed and pulled my sweater sleeves down covering the marks on my wrist. Nobody knew about them, because nobody was allowed to know. I didn't tell people my business and they honestly didn't need to know it.

The scars on my wrist were from somebody scratching and digging their nails into my skin. I shook my head, clearing any memories of my past. It would do me no good to start acting like a zombie, even if I felt like one.

I brushed my hair once, taking a step back to make sure that everything that covered my body was decent. My black sweater fit snuggly on my upper torso frame. My black skinny jeans looking tight around my butt, even if I wasn't trying to get anybody's attention...okay; I take that back.

I was looking for a slight reaction out of you know who, but...still, never hurts to look good for the new school. Even if they might call me emo...or goth. Better than whore or slut. But; I'm not like that anyways.

I rolled my eyes when I heard a loud knocking at the bathroom door. This time I only locked it like a regular person. No air lock this time. Trust me; I had definitely learned my lesson last time. I shuddered and shifted to my left foot.

My right ankle was a little swore, but eventually it would heal. At least with time it would heal slowly, but I was glad that I didn't have to use crutches. I groaned, "What!" I shouted, as the pounding got louder.

"Vat are you doing in there?"

I rolled my eyes again. "Brushing my hair." I snarled at the blue fuzzy creature. "

Vell, time to go."

"Who says?" I asked.

"Vell, Logan vas going to drive us to school. He has to get you signed in."

I sighed and picked up my bag of girlie supplies. I unlocked the door and raised an eyebrow. Kurt had suddenly changed into human form. "Like the blue fuzzy creature better." I stated. He raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. I stormed off to my room. The small silver chains hanging down from my belt loops were jingling, as I quickly threw my bag on the bed and picked up my school bag.

I threw the black state Michigan bag over my shoulder. This year I am a senior. Not exactly looking forward to a new school. I was used to being home schooled, even though my dad never did give a crap. Usually one of his newly wed wives would teach me.

I stormed out of my room and used the air element to lift myself up. Stairs were for wussies. Which, I was not. Mr. Xavier, Weapon X and the rest of the kids were waiting down by the doors leading to the garage.

Aurora known as Storm was standing there also, with her arms crossed. I blinked as they watched me float down the stairs. I dropped to the ground wearing my black army combat boots. Well aware that everyone was staring at me in the dreaded silence I could only shrug my shoulders.

Suddenly Kurt popped outta nowhere behind me. I held up a fist as Kurt had touched my shoulder. I threw an air punch and Kurt was knocked up against the wall. He fell to the ground, groaning. "There will be no fighting, Francesca." Mr. Xavier said.

I turned around to face him. I narrowed my eyes but nodded quickly. Glad that somehow the attention was on the poor helpless blue creature laying face down on the floor. I winced when everyone was ready to go.

The garage door opened and we all quickly rushed in. Scott, Jean, Kurt and Kitty took Scott's red convertible. Rogue, Evan and Bobbie went in the black commander jeep with Aurora. I moved aside when the two cars left.

Gritting my teeth I glanced over at Mr. Xavier. "What now? They totally just ditched me." I huffed, placing my hands on my hips. I raised an eyebrow, waiting.

Mr. Xavier just shook his head, pointed to Weapon X, then wheeled back the way that he had came in.

I sighed and glanced over at Weapon X there was just a never ending stream of ending up with him. He hopped onto a black motorcycle. I raised an eyebrow; he wasn't wearing his helmet, but offered it to me.

I shook my head; I didn't need to wear a helmet. "Take it. Would rather see a few injuries than a head injury."

"Why? Afraid I'll get amnesia and forget all about you?" I flirted back but swung my leg over the bike. He grumbled something I couldn't hear. I smiled as I sat back, waiting for him to go. He turned around quickly and placed the helmet over my head.

I snickered.

2 points me, 0 points Weapon X.

"Guess I'll take that as a yes." I stated and laughed.

"Put your arms around me." He said, before starting up the bike. I

shook my head and answered since he couldn't actually see me. "No way, think I'm good."

"I'm being serious flower."

My eyes widened.

What? Flower? Did he just give me a nickname? But he had indeed called me flower.

"You...you called me flower." I stated. It wasn't a question, more like trying to figure out what was going on inside that hot head of his.

"Yeah." He huffed. "Gave you a nickname, happy?" He asked, as I slowly wrapped my arms around his waist. He pulled his right hand down on the lever and suddenly we jerked at a fast pace forward. I held onto him tighter.

Not dreaming of falling off for sure, but merely thinking and sort of dreaming I'll admit about how my hips were straddling 'Weapon X's hips. Biting my lips, the next words that came out of my mouth were completely off key.

"Nobody's ever given me a nickname before." I whispered, frowning. I didn't think he heard me, and I was kind of hoping that he hadn't. I didn't need for him to feel sorry for me. I didn't really want peoples' sympathy. Just wasn't who I was.

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LOGAN'S P.O.V.

I frowned, as I drove the bike towards the school.

Nobody had ever given Francesca a nickname? Heck, I only gave her one because her real name was just too long to say. Didn't have time yelling at her, so why bother right?

I snorted, hoping that didn't sound mean to her.

She was like a flower though. No mistaking that at all.

I pulled up against the curb of the school ten minutes later, after driving and riding in silence. I turned off the bike, as people looked our way.

I got off and helped Francesca off. She smiled her thanks than quickly her face turned sour. She saw the other kids already heading into class. I glanced at her again, and she frowned.

I raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything as we both walked forward. She held her head up high and strutted through the school after opening up the double doors. The hallways were filled with little runts and kids.

But I was watching Francesca very carefully. I nodded my head towards the office on the left. She followed in pursuit not the least bit worried.

Hmm, she seemed like me at times. Had a very bad temper and really didn't care what others thought of her.

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FRANCESCA'S P.O.V.

I held my head up high, even though I was quivering in fear on the inside. I didn't want people to know that I was scared, so I followed quickly behind 'Weapon X'. He held the door open for me and we walked inside.

A man was arguing with a woman when we entered. They stopped immediately. The man straightened up his posture and fixed his black tie. I'm guessing since he looked so formal that he must be the principal.

"Hello, can I help you?" The woman looked up from the desk she was sitting at. She had strawberry blond hair that was pulled back over her ponytail, she giggled with her big blue eyes at 'Weapon X' he shook his head but didn't say anything.

I frowned; the woman looked about to me twenty or twenty-one, take your pick. "Yeah. Actually." I replied back harshly. I stepped forward, stepping in front of 'Weapon X' so that blonde didn't have a good looking view. She narrowed her eyes, licked her lips and put on a good fake smile, that it almost had me fueled. "I'm new here."

"Name?" She asked.

The principal stood motionless. Till I said my name, "Francesca..."

"Francesca what?" She asked, with a raised brow, she was looking through files.

I glanced back at 'Weapon X', he shrugged his shoulders. "Swayne." I said quickly. Looking at 'Weapon X' all the while. I saw him grit his teeth, with his jaw clenched.

I winced, but quickly looked away from his gaze. I couldn't let him know that my dad was the one who put him in the contraption.

I flinched when the blonde said quickly, "Ah, Francesca Swayne."

"Just Francesca if you please."

"Alright, here." I stepped forward and reached out to take the schedule from her hand. I looked down; 1st hour-Art A 2nd hour-Art B 3rd hour- Algebra II C lunch 4th hour- Spanish 2A 5th hour- Study Hall

I shook my head if anything needed to be corrected. I turned around and walked out the office with 'Weapon X', right on my heels. He grabbed my shoulder and pinned me against the wall. I struggled; this wasn't like him at all.

The hallways were deserted. "What are you doing? Let go!" I whispered angrily. I didn't want to raise any alarm to anyone. Nobody needed to know our business.

"Are you related to Dr. Don Swayne in any way?" He had his black eyes trained on me. I blinked many times. He shoved me hard against the white brick wall. I winced, feeling my back start to bruise.

My spine was starting to hurt. "No." I said slowly. He squinted his eyes at me, like he didn't believe me. "I...was adopted." I stuttered quickly. My eyes widened in fear, "You might want to let me go." I said angrily, my voice going up an inch. He narrowed his eyes at me, but didn't let me go. "Release me now, Logan." I snarled in his face.

His claws came out, inches from my throat. My eyes widened doubly in fear. "If you are whatsoever, related to Dr. Don Swayne, I will kill you." He snarled. I blinked and the fear swept away.

He really didn't care about me at all.

Growling I picked up my hand and used the air element to push him off of me, releasing me in the process. He growled loudly, but his claws retracted. I felt something sticky on my neck, but I ignored it, and turned my back on him.

When I was around the corner, I sagged up against the brick white wall. He had left I was sure; I quickly swiped at my neck and felt the sticky source. I glanced down, my eyes brimming with tears. He had literally clawed at my neck, very softly but still. Blood was blood.

If Logan-Wolverine-'Weapon X', was out for my blood, then I was out for his blood as well.