Stolen Hearts

I. Ant Apocalypse

A/N:  

This is dedicated to highfoxes, the author of one of my favorite Wattpad books, The Fight Club Academy.  Which you should totally read btw, it's amazing, well-written and so captivating!  Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

A HUGE THANK YOU TO cravinq-rain for editing this!!

"ALLI! WAKE UP! SCHOOL STARTS IN 20 MIN. GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP OR I'M NOT DRIVING YOU!"

"10 MINUTES, LALA!" I yell, and as if on cue, I can hear Logan muttering. I know he secretly loves my nickname for him. Satisfied, I turn around with a yawn and pull my covers off. I untangle myself from my butterfly sheets, and jump into action.

I pull out my clothes and lay them onto the bed with one hand and scrolling through my playlist, before selecting a song, and placing my phone into it's slot in my alarm clock.

I turn the water on, brushing my teeth. I hop into the steamy water, and almost slip when my foot hits the wet tile of the shower, but my ninja powers come in handy, and I live. I imagine my hands are two moving blurs, shampooing my hair, washing my face, at the speed of light. But my blissful shower is over too fast, all because of school. And Logan's goody-goody-ness. I step out of the shower, and grab a towel from the rack.

My music is still playing, and I can't help myself from singing along to Taylor Swift.

"My ex man brought his new girlfriend, she's like oh my god, but I just shake!" I swing the towel to the beat, while I dance around the room.

"Alli, as lovely as your voice is, we have 5 minutes to get to school so hurry the fuck up." I turn around to see Logan glaring at me.

"Whoops?" I laugh nervously, as I wrap the towel around my wet hair.

"Whatever Alli, just hurry down. I have a bagel and coffee for you."

"Thanks, I'll be down in a sec, Lala."

He turns to leave, but at the last second shouts, "By the way, the naked singing and dancing works for you, Al."

"Did you take a picture? This is the only time you'll ever see a girl naked!" I snap back.

Humming, I grab the clothes I laid out earlier, and slip them on. Grabbing my socks and bookbag, I make my way out of the room, pausing to glance at my reflection in the mirror.

Hopping down the hallway, trying to slip the other sock onto my foot, I realize that one sock is a red Christmas one and the other is a yellow balloon covered sock. I consider running back and grabbing the matching sock, but I remember the bagel and coffee sitting in Logan's car, and resist the urge. I run down the hall, glance inside Conner's open door and successfully try not to go in and steal my brother's Beats, slide down the stairs. As I run through the front door, my foot bends as it hits the ground, and I tumble to the ground. I lay on the ground, jeans stained with grass and dirt, and look up at the sky. Logan honks and the sound makes me jolt up. Sheepishly, I pick myself off the ground and dust off the bits of grass stuck to my jeans.

I walk up and slide into the car. I pull the door shut, hit the button to open the gates that enclose my father's home, and turn to Logan, smile, "Hit it bitch."

***

Reaching school, we make a run for it and I make just in time—outside the door. Slumping my shoulders in defeat, I walk in.

"That'll be another detention, Ms. White. Have a seat," Mr.Brent, my homeroom and science teacher, says.

"It was only a second!" I protest.

"Yes. A second too late, I'm afraid. Now have a seat."

He begins to blabber on about the new hallway monitors and I begin doodling.

Conner, who is seated next to me, jabs a finger into my gut. "Seriously, Alicia? Do you want Dad to blow a gasket? Where were you last night?" he hisses at me. The look of anger on his face was a reminder of just what he thought of me. My brother was always such a suck up. He was the golden child in the eyes of our father, but it was always the attention of my mother he craved, even when he never got it. That angry look on his face had once been one of love and admiration. So much for being twins.

Clutching my aching side, I glare at him and snarl, "Why do you care? I know for a fact that Dad doesn't give a fuck what happens to me."

"Just come home today," he snapped before turning to facing the front.

"Whatever."

Conner glances back, always the one to have one last word, and spits out, "And next time, get your own jersey."

I glance down and sure enough, I'm wearing one of Conner's old jerseys. One of the jerseys he had given to me to wear at his games.

Fuming, I stood up and march to the door, and yank the door open.

"Ms. White! That's another detention tomorrow! Come back here!" Mr. Brent called out behind me. Flipping him the bird, I slam the door behind me, and stomp along the hallway leading to Logan's homeroom.

I turn down the hall to the first class on the left. Bursting into Mrs. Mack's class, I shoot her a brief, forced smile, grab Logan and storm through halls and up stairs, leading to the roof.

Why couldn't Conner accept the fact that it wasn't my fault Mother left? Hot tears threatened to spill out, but I hold them back, along with urge to turn around and sock Conner in his pretty face. It's not Conner's fault. I chant this over and over to bite at the fire rising through me. How could we go from telepathic to pathetic in the span of two words?

All I see is red as I kick and shove at the closed door. Logan prevents me from breaking my foot by reaching over and yanking at the picked lock, opening the door.

He leads me to the little bench in the middle of our school's eco-garden. I sit down. Then I let the tears flow freely. Logan wraps his arms around me, and I sob into his shoulder.

"Hey. Alli. Alli. It's gonna be fine. Tell me what's wrong," he whispers.

"L-l-logan. C-conner hates me. I hate him. I'm despicable. H-how can you hate your own twin? But I-i do." I sniffle in between sobs.

"Alli, he doesn't hate you and you don't hate him just...just give him time."

"Is 5 years not enough?"

"Hey. Think about it this way: in a couple of years the world is gonna end anyway."

Bewildered, I lift my head up and look at him. "What?"

He smirks and replies, "Yes ants are gonna kill us all."

"Ants??!"

"Keep up, Alli! Yes, ants, will take over the world."

I burst into laughter. Shaking my head, I stand up and together we walk back in. I swipe my hands under my eyes.

"You are crazy, Lala. But thanks. "

"Anytime, Alli. Anytime."  

Also shoutout to @ellenfairyblue4 for her help!!