Logan Howlett

You had a huge crush on Logan and he knew it, but there was one problem: you were still "underage." He didn't know that about 2 days ago, you had turned 18.

-Didn't I tell you not to come here? Come on, kid, beat it.

-And what if I want to stay here with you? I say, closing his bedroom door

-Dammit, don't start with your little games, girl. I already told you to leave; we've already talked about this. Why are you always so stubborn?

-Maybe I learned it from you. I smirk

-We've already talked, you're still a minor and I'm not one of your school friends who's going to give a break to a bratty kid 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 rip you in half right now, you bratty girl.

— Then why don't you come and do it? Or is the great Wolverine afraid? I provoke