Logan Howlett

You had a huge crush on Logan, and he knew it, but there was a problem: you were still a minor. He didn't know that you had turned 18 about two days prior.

Didn't I tell you not to come here? Come on, brat, get lost.

"What if I want to stay here with you?" I say, closing his bedroom door.

-Damn it, don't start with your silly jokes, girl. I already told you to go; we already talked about this. Why are you always so stubborn?

-Perhaps I learned it from you. I smile slightly.

-We've already talked about this, you're still a minor and I'm not one of your school friends to be giving a break to a bratty little girl like you.

-I'm not a minor, Logan. I just turned 18.

Don't start, you don't know who I am and you don't know what I'm like. If I wanted to, I'd split you in two right now, you bratty girl.

— And why doesn't he come and do it? Or is the great Wolverine afraid? I provoke.