Hi, readers!

How's life? Mine's been alright. Biology is killing me. Ugh. I'm taking chemistry next year.

ALSO, how about some love for the beautiful people who have been reviewing and such? Especially- shout out time- these guys:

OptimusPrimegirl213 (The first to leave a review on Ch. 6! Thanks so much for your support!)

LynnStark (Because your comment made me happy. ^.^)

These two have bared with me through this, and I hope you all keep reviewing and such! I honestly thought this story would bore me after a while, but it hasn't, and here we are. I'm going to start on the romance in this chapter, if just touching on it a little. I think the Hannah/Logan pairing is going to make me really happy, and hopefully you guys too.

With that, read on!

Fuck my life.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I hissed, grabbing my lump of brown hair and squeezing the excess liquid out of it. I looked around for something, anything, to use to dry off. There wasn't even a roll of toilet paper.

"Alice?" I breathed a sigh of relief. It was . . . someone. That guy, Victor.

Oh shit. I sucked my sigh right back in. I was stuck in a bathroom, totally naked, dripping wet, with a male feral on the other side of the door. "Yes?" I asked, in the most even voice I could muster.

He chuckled. "Need some help?"

"Oh, shut the fuck up and get Hannah, or Storm. Not that bitchy doctor." I could hear his chuckling get louder. He was still standing there, God dammit. "Well? Are you going to get someone? If not, grab me a towel."

"What were you planning on doing if no one had showed up?" he asked, obviously humored by my situation. "Come out looking like a soaked cat? Pun intended, by the way." I smacked the wood door with my palm. The wood creaked under my hand.

I'll bet that got his attention. "Dammit, get me a towel!"

There was silence. Hopefully because he had left. Then, "If you would open the door, I'd hand it to you." I blinked.

"Um, you must be simple-minded. Leave it laying on the bed." Victor made a noise and then I heard the door to my room slam. He'd left. I timidly twisted the lock and cracked the door open, just enough to poke my head out. The room was empty. There was a pastel pink towel laying on the bed.

Awesome.

I grabbed the towel and dried myself off, then picked up the pile of fabric beside it. Victor had dropped me off a change of clothes as well. How nice of him. I shook out the shirt. And realized it wasn't a shirt.

At all.

Damn it.

It was a fucking dress. A fucking black-and-pink-and-floral dress. Fuck it all. Fuck my life, fuck the dress, fuck Victor and his smug ass, because I guarantee he had something to do with this. There was no way in fuck.

I looked around on the floor. Victor had taken my old clothes. "Fuck you!" I yelled at the door. I heard several different laughs from the other side. I picked up my underwear and slid it on, then disdainfully lifted the dress over my head. It actually fit well.

I hated it. I didn't even bother looking in the mirror; I didn't want to know. "And I have a brush, Ali, if you want it."

"Hannah. I swear to every deity I know of, I'm going to tear your eyeballs from your head and make you eat them." I wrenched the door open then, causing Logan and Victor to stumble forward and into the room. Hannah had been standing behind them, and then made a mad dash for the stairs. I was quicker; I leaped over Logan and Victor, and jumped in front of her before she made it three steps.

She handed the brush to me without a fight. "This. Is. Priceless."

I wanted to backhand her, but I didn't. Instead I ripped the brush through my hair. It caught several times, and I felt several hairs jerk free of the roots. "You know, I can't even fight in this without flashing some poor unfortunate soul on the sidelines," I said, spinning on my heel to go back into the room. I heard two ferals- whom had managed to get up off the floor- make two totally different noises.

When I'd spun around, the skirt of the dress had flown up around my hips, and I actually had flashed them. If it were at any other time, I wouldn't have cared. But this wasn't any other time. I felt the blood rush to my face.

Logan had made a tiny embarrassed noise in the back of his throat, and his facial expression was fucking priceless. I quickly got my blush under control (You're a grown-ass woman, stop acting like a little pussy!) and laughed. "C'mon, wolf-y. I guarantee you've seen women with much better asses than mine."

Victor, on the other hand, had the slightest little fucking smirk on his smug fucking face. I wanted to punch him. This fucker was getting under my skin, and I wasn't liking it. "And you're a pervert. I can't believe they let you hang around all these horny-ass teenage girls." At that, I snatched my jeans and tee shirt out of his hands and slammed the door to my room.

DAMN IT! THE ROOM, NOT MY ROOM!

Wildcat chuckled in the most satanic, sadistic voice manageable.

Face it, human. We've accepted this place as our home.

No, you're wrong! We've barely been here for a day, and this place isn't home. Ireland is home. But we can't go back there.

Stop denying it. All you're doing is hurting yourself.

Then Wildcat disappeared of her own accord. I ripped the dress off and put my shirt on, and my pants. I didn't feel as free as I had in the dress, I realized. But much, much less exposed. Honestly, though- and if you ever tell anyone this I'll murder you in your sleep- I sorta liked it.

Um. No. Wrong.

I took a moment to dust off my clothes, then opened the door again. No one was there, so I walked on out, brush in hand, hair still damp. The fricken brush was getting stuck in my hair every inch or so. I needed some help, legit.

Wait a second.

That girl, Catherine. She looked like . . . well, a teenager. She'd know how to deal with this shit. But she might also want something in return.

Well, duh, she wants you to chaperon on her field trip to New York.

I scowled and headed downstairs. Well, that would give me an opportunity to run, if I wanted to. Which is precisely why the professor probably wouldn't let me go with her. Honestly. But I could still make the argument that she was a lot safer with an adult mutant with her powers under control than on her own on the streets of NYC.

Does that mean we're going on the trip?

My feet found their way to the last place I'd seen the girl, in the lounge off the kitchen. It was teeming with teenagers. A few looked wary, but most just looked like they hated me. I could smell the mix of hormones and emotions, and quite frankly, it nearly made my eyes water. Now I remember why I don't like teenagers. Catherine was okay, but these kids were out of control.

The majority think we're a teacher.

"Who're you?" asked a boy. He was probably about twelve or thirteen, but I couldn't really tell. He looked at me with wide green eyes.

The entire room had gone silent, except for two girls in the corner, who were whispering in the corner. I could hear quite clearly what they were saying about me, and it would've killed a nun.

"Uh, I'm Alice, Alice Felix. Hi. Anyone know where Catherine is? Brown hair, brown eyes, sorta short. Can see auras." I immediately noticed over fifty percent of the kids glanced at a redheaded girl lounging on the sofa. It was that same girl that Catherine called "Kary." She nodded, and sat up.

"She's in a study session right now, actually."

Lie.

I narrowed my eyes. She kept her expression blank. She was good at lying, but not as good as my instincts were at detecting them. "Listen, this can go two ways. You can stop lying and tell me where she is, or you can keep lying, and I'll get it out of you a much less pleasant way."

She seemed to realize she was caught, and her shoulders dropped ever-so slightly. "Fine. Come on." She stood up and brushed by me, and I didn't need my nose to tell me she was pissed and embarrassed. Serves her right, for lying to me. We made our way down the hall and then twisted to the right, down a separate corridor. "In here. Don't be angry with her, please." Kary turned the knob of the door and then left, practically running down the hall.

I was tempted to yell "No running in the halls!" after her.

The room was mostly dark, but I could see well. After all, I am part cat. Catherine was standing in the middle of the dorm, (Bunkbeds were pushed against one wall) her eyes squeezed shut. There was something off, I realized. Something definitely wasn't right. Her hair was the wrong color, and her skin was oddly pale. "Catherine?"

She jumped straight up in the air, and her skin and hair shifted to their normal colors. "Oh, i-it's you," she stuttered, and she reached over and flicked a light switch. My pupils adjusted themselves accordingly.

"Yeah. What were you doing? No- you know what, I don't want to know. I need your help. How long do you have until your next class?" I asked, yanking the brush through my hair again.

She watched my hands as they moved through my brown mop. "W-well, it's Wednesday, so I have another thirty minutes. Why?"

I motioned to my hair. "This is why. Fix it. Make it less . . . knotty." She laughed, and took the brush I held out to her. I plopped down on the bed, and she sat behind me.

"Jesus, how long has it been since you brushed it out?" she asked. I shrugged.

"I don't know. Mexico." I realized she didn't know what I meant by Mexico. "Probably a month or so. Not since I was in Mexico." I felt her begin to pick apart one of the tangles.

Catherine grunted, and I felt a tug on my roots. "Well, have you considered cutting it?" I snorted. I had cut my hair a few times before, but more often than that it had been burnt off, yanked out, et cetera, et cetera.

"Yeah. No. I can't stand it. It throws me off."

"What's your name?" she asked, and I realized I hadn't told her my name. "I'm Catherine Lisabeth Hunt, by the way."

"Alice Felix. Don't try to look me up, because I guarantee you won't find me." There was another tug at my roots. "Okay, about this whole New York thing. I'll go with you-"

"Yes! Thank you so much!"

"-As long as Professor Xavier approves." Which he won't.

Ta-da! How about Alice accidentally flashing Victor and Logan?

How about Victor liking it?

Haha, I think some of you know what's going to be happening next. The whole Catherine-New York-Chaperon thing. Hehe. Poor Alice, what has she gotten herself into?

I have some bad news. It'll probably be another two weeks before I get the next chapter up. I know, I know! Sorry! Don't riot and murder me and such, not my fault I have school and sucky internet!

Anywho. I think that's all.

Peace bitches!

~Kat :3