Logan is woken up several hours later by a knock at the door. He groans and gets up, grabbing his robe he opens the door to find Ororo standing there, "Logan, it's almost time for lunch, will you be joining us?"

He sighs and rubs his face, "Yeah Ro, just let me get dressed."

He closes his door and goes to his closet to grab a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Sitting down on the bed, he puts his boots on then leaves his room heading downstairs to the kitchen. When he gets there, Logan serves himself some spaghetti and meatballs and some garlic bread. He doesn't even bother with the salad. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, Logan makes his way into the dining room.

When he arrives, he looks around to see if he can spot Amara. Logan notices that she's sitting with Hank and the other teachers. He smirks and makes his way over. Sitting down at the end of the table, Logan greets everyone at the table.

"Hey, gang."

"Hello, Logan, did you have a nice nap?" The Professor asks him.

"Yeah, it was just what I needed."

"That's good, will you be staying with us long?"

Logan glances up at Amara who is completely ignoring him and is talking to Scott. He clenches his teeth but turns back to Charles.

"Yeah, I thought I'd stick around for a while."

"Good, would you be interested in taking over gym class for Scott?"

Logan thinks for a moment then shrugs, "Yeah, okay, I ain't got nothing better to do."

He did have something better to do, and that was to get on his mate's right side. But he thought that he couldn't sit there and obsess about the girl so he believed that this would be a good distraction.

*A wise decision, Logan.* Charles tells him.

*Thanks.*

"Good, thank you for agreeing, Logan, you can start tomorrow."

"Alright." After that, they settle down to eat his meal. Now and then glancing up at Amara.

When lunch was over, Amara volunteered to clear the dining room and put all the dishes in the dishwasher. Immediately Logan volunteers to help her.

"That isn't necessary, Mr. Howlett, I can do it on my own."

"Yeah, but it'll be faster with two people doing it."

Amara sighs, "Suit yourself, Mr. Howlett."

Amara starts at the far end of the dining hall and starts picking up the dishes. She tried to stay as far away from Logan as possible. Logan sighed. He wanted to talk with her, but Amara was making it complicated. So they silently picked up all of the plates.

When Amara and Logan took everything to the kitchen and started loading the dishwasher, Logan took that as an opportunity to talk with Amara, "So, how do you like your classes?"

Amara didn't look at him, "They're good so far, Mr. Howlett," Amara said, taking the plates from Logan.

He was about to say something else when Amara cut him off, "Well if you'll excuse me, I have a class to teach."

Amara walked out of the kitchen without even glancing at Logan. He groaned, "This is going to be harder than I thought."

Amara walked into the next class just as Hank was explaining to the students that they would have a substitute teacher for a while. Hank made the introductions, and the same thing played out that happened that morning. By the end of the day, all the student knew that Amara was human but that she was pretty cool.

After her last class, Amara and Hank went down to Med Bay. Amara had decided that the school needed an update on their medical equipment, so she had JARVIS make a note of everything that needed to be replaced.

**I'll have everything ordered right away, Miss. Amara.**

"Thank you, JARVIS."

**You're welcome, Miss. Amara.**

After that, Amara and Hank went to dinner. Meanwhile, in the Danger Room, Logan was working out his frustrations of having screwed up with his mate. He had set the Danger Room at the highest level and was being shot at with live rounds. Logan hissed as one of the bullets hit him in the leg. Instantly the bullet was pushed out and the wound healed over.

Logan growled unsheathed his claws and attacked the machine gun that was firing at him. He next faced a Sentinal; Logan was so furious with himself that he quickly cut down the giant robot by taking out its knees then climbing up its back and stabbing it through the head once he had done that the simulation powered down.

Logan stood there hot, sweaty, and still shaking from rage. He hated himself for alienating his mate, and he didn't know how to fix it. Logan roared out his anger and frustration.

*Logan, the first thing you need to do is calm down.* Charles tells him.

*I can't; I fucked everything up, Charles. Amara won't even look at me.*

*Give Amara some time, Logan, it's only been a day. Let her get to know the real you the loving man I know you can be.*

*You think she'll forgive me?*

*In time, Amara will forgive you. But remember you have a fight on your hands. After she forgives you, Logan, you have to convince Amara that she is worthy of being loved. That she doesn't have to fear to be in love.*

*What happened to her, Charles,* Logan asks.

*I can't tell you, my friend. Only Amara can tell you her story.*

Logan sighs. He leaves the Danger Room and heads up to his room to take a shower. As Logan turned the corner towards his room, he ran into Jean. Jean gave him a seductive smile then wrapped her arms around Logan's neck. Jean leaned in to kiss Logan.

Logan turned away, "Jean, what are you doing?"

"Well, you ignored me earlier when you arrived so, I wanted to give you a proper welcome."

Logan reached up and untangled Jean's hands from around his neck. He frowned at her and shook his head, "Not this time, Jean, I'm through with you."

Jean looked at Logan, surprised, "What?!"

"You heard me; I'm not chasing you anymore. You're not worth my time."

Jean smirked, "Do you honestly think you can resist me?" She said as she ran her fingers through Logan's hair.

"Yeah," Logan said, grabbing her hands again.

"We'll just see about that," Jean suddenly reached up and kissed Logan. Just as he was going to push Jean away, Logan heard someone clear their throat behind him.

"Am I interrupting something?" Amara said as she leaned against the wall.

Logan roughly pushed Jean away, Jean huffed and glared at Amara, "As a matter of fact you are interrupting something, Stark."

"No, you're not, Amara. Nothing's going on between Jean and me," Logan said, desperately trying to convince her.

Amara crosses her arms, "Oh? It looked to me like you were trying to suck the fillings out of her teeth."

Logan's nose suddenly flares, he can smell the jealousy coming off of Amara in waves. Logan smirks at her, "What do you care?"

Amara becomes flustered, "I don't really, you're blocking the hallway and Jean I don't think Scotty would appreciate you making out with some idiot."

"It's none of your business, Stark."

"No, but it is Scotty's. Now cut your shit, or I will tell him."

Jean turns up her nose and walks away.

Amara walks past Logan. He crosses his arms and smirks, "You're jealous."

Amara turns around, "Of what? Some red-headed bimbo making out with a moron like you?"

Logan's smirk turns into a grin; he takes a step towards Amara and gets in her space, "Admit it, Stark, you're attracted to me."

Logan leans in to kiss Amara. He can smell her arousal, and it's turning him on. Logan is getting ready to kiss Amara when she suddenly puts her hand on his face and pushes him away. Amara slips out from under his arms that have her trapped against the wall.

"You wish I were attracted to you, Mr. Howlett," Amara tells Logan then goes to her room and slams the door.

Logan stands there leaning against the wall breathing heavily; he closes his eyes, trying to get control of himself. Then Logan smiles.

"Yeah, she likes me."