Title: She Hates Me
Author: Groovekittie
Email: groovekittie@hotmail.com
Rating: G - I don't have the guts to do a racy story
Disclaimer: I do not own them, neither do I have any money, so
there’s no real point in suing me now, is there? Lyrics belong to Puddle
of Mud, I do believe.
Feedback: Would be nice.
Author's Notes: Italics indicates letter and/or song lyrics.
<-> indicates internal dialogue
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Logan watched as the waitress argued with her employer. He jestured
angrily towards the table. The waitress vigorously shaking her head in
refusal.
Feeling somewhat dejected, Logan sat in the corner booth brooding. So
intimidating was his appearance that the even the waitress refused to approach
his table to serve him.
The delapitated juke box in the corner, only reliable when kicked, was playing
the same damn song over and over and over again. The Wolverine growled as
the song cued itself up again.
Met A girl, thought she was grand,
Fell in love, found out first hand,
Went well for a week or two,
then it all came unglued,
In a trap, trip like a grimp,
Never thought I'd be the one who'd slip,
Then I started to realize,
I was living one big lie,
What was that rule he'd come up with so many years ago after that one incident
in the Yukon? Right ... never get involved with a "married"
woman. And now what has he done? Gotten involved with a woman who
belonged to another man.
For the first time in his life, Logan thought that he'd found love. Real
love. Thought that maybe this was the one time he wouldn't have to run.
Maybe he could stick around for a while. A long while.
And then she went and made a fool of him.
She fuckin hates me,
Trust, she fuckin hates me,
lalalala
I tried too hard and she tore my feelings like I had none.
And ripped them away.
A timid looking young woman approached the booth, carrying a trembling pot of
coffee. "Uhm ... sir?"
Logan snapped his head up to see who had invaded his aura of pain. "What?"
he snarled at her.
The young woman burst into tears but didn't move. She simply held out the
pot of coffee in place of asking if he wanted a refill.
"Get. away. from. me." Logan growled dangerously at the waitress all
the while baring his teeth.
She turned and ran away, taking off her apron and throwing it and the coffee pot
at her supervisor. Then she turned and ran out the door.
Logan shrugged and returned to his thoughts.
She was queen for about an hour,
After that she got sour,
She took all I ever had.
No sign of guilt, no feelin of bad
In a trap, trip like a grimp,
Never thought I'd be the one who'd slip,
Then I started to realize,
I was living one big lie,
Feeling an emotion he was totally unfamiliar with, Logan had at first tried to
cope by going to the bar and picking fights. After a couple of hours of
this, it realised how senseless this truly was and came to this diner instead to
eat and ponder. Not something the Wolverine was accostumed to doing, but
he could think of nothing better to do. He certainly couldn't go back to
the mansion. He'd screwed things up too badly to go there for at least
another day or two.
<Ah CHRIST!> He thought to himself, clenching his fists so tightly,
he drew blood, carved crescent shaped moons into his palms.
<Why did you have to hurt me like that Jean? Why? To prove to
that freak, Scott, that you were penitent?> Logan sighed and rubbed
his fists into his eyes in an attempt to ward off the inevitable tears.
<What the hell am I supposed to do now?>
She fuckin hates me,
Trust, she fuckin hates me,
lalalala
I tried too hard and she tore my feelings like I had none.
And ripped them away.
"Logan?"
Unable to face the world, to face the innocent, to reveal his pain, Logan
ignored the soft Southern inflected voice.
"Logan, sugar?"
"Go away, Marie."
Marie gently placed her hand on his shoulder and flinched when he shrugged it
off again. "Come on, Logan. Don't do this to yourself."
"I did nothing to myself. She's the bitch who broke my heart."
"O Logan ..." Rogue whispered.
She sat next to Logan and gently nudged him over until she was able to sit next
to him comfortably. "Sugar," she said and nuzzled herself into
his arms.
<So warm,> Logan thought as he held her tight. "I miss
her so much, Marie."
An arrow went through Rogue's heart when he said this. How could she tell
him now that she loved him. Even if she did and he said it back, she
wouldn't know if he was doing it to get back at Jean or if he was just using her
as comfort .. the rebound girl.
That's my story, as you see,
Learned my lesson and so did she
Now it's over and I'm glad,
Cuz I'm a fool for all that I've said.
In a trap, trip like a grimp,
Never thought I'd be the one who'd slip,
Then I started to realize,
I was living one big lie,
Years ago, when they first came to the mansion, Marie had developed such a crush
on Logan that it consumed her. After he left, it sort of abated, the
raging ocean had become a serene pond; not quite as all-consuming, but still
there offering tranquility and comfort when it was needed.
And then one day, without warning, he returned. Almost at once, he resumed
his fervent "courting" of Jean. Their playful flirting soon
became more ardent and intense. Everyone knew they had crossed the line
the day they stopped their open flirting. Everyone knew that they were
sleeping together. And everyone knew that Logan loved her. Everyone,
that is, except Scott.
Conversly, no one knew better than Rogue ... Logan's best friend and confidante.
Upon Logan's long awaited return, Logan's immediately re-establishing his bond
with the younger woman had done nothing but fan the dwindling flames of a young
girl's crush. As the months went on, Logan and Marie became inseperable,
despite Logan's obvious growing attraction for Jean.
Soon, Marie was in love with Logan, Logan was in love with Jean, and Jean was in
love with Scott ... as close to love as her bitter heart would allow.
She fuckin hates me,
Trust, she fuckin hates me,
lalalala
lalalala
lalalala
lalalala
And she tore my feelings like I had none.
And ripped them away.
"Sugar?" Marie whispered into his ear.
"What?" he whispered in response.
"Let me take you home," she said, tugging gently on his arm.
They both rose from the booth, holding on to each other for dear life.
"Hey kid."
She flinched imperceptibly as she always did when he used his pet name for her.
"What, sugar?"
"I should have listened to Ororo ... I should have waited for you."
She was speechless. What did he mean?
"You know what I'm talking about."
By now they had paid their tab, and made it out into the cool early winter
evening. Snow was falling in thick flakes, dulling the sounds of the
night, absorbing the wild sound of her rapidly beating heart. She could
only stare at him. <What the hell am I supposed to say to that?>
Nothing, apparently, as Logan suddenly leaned down and kissed Marie on her sweet
lips. Their bodies pressed together in the dark silence of the winter
night and their souls were one.
SHE FUCKIN HATES ME!
The End.