War of Hearts II // Logan Howlett

Chapter 1

"Only time drinking ever saves a battle is when your former mayor chugs a boot full of wine," I started, a grin on my face. The teenagers in front of me tilted their heads, intrigued by my notion. I hated drinking... why was I bringing it up in class?

"Yeah right, Ms. Alice," Jeremy called out from the back of the room, his body slumped low in his seat. My eyebrow twitched, and I shook my head.

"Thirty Years War; Count of Tilly; a city after siege, and a boot full of wine... Don't doubt me when I say Rothenburg is a special town," I fired back, the corner of my lips curling to either corner. The class giggled, Jeremy sinking farther into his seat although he had a smile on his face. There was a knock at the classroom door, the oak causing the sound to be hollow.

I strode over, opening up the door, Logan's familiar face grinning down at me. He leaned against the doorframe, a black t-shirt and jeans on.

"You're late," I commented, opening the door wider. The kids shared muffled laughs, and Logan walked into the room.

"I'm not teaching today, bub," he grins while quickly grabbing the side of my dress and letting go.

"Sure you aren--"

The mansion shook, the groan making its way through the foundation. The kids yelped and stood, Logan's hand firmly around my bicep.

"What in the hell was that?" I mumbled, brushing Logan's hand off. His eyes met mine, worry on his face.

"No idea."

I ushered the kids back into their seats, calling something out along the lines of 'just sit still and entertain yourselves'. Most pulled out their phones and quite frankly I could have cared less. I closed the door behind Logan and I, glancing down both sides of the hall. Running towards us was Storm, her hair short and on edge.

"What was it?" I called out, my hand in Logan's.

"Scott said it came from the garage!" Storm yelled, running up with us. We sprinted down the stairs, Jack joining us at the bottom. The four of us ran outside of the mansion to find Jean standing there in a varying degree of surprise.

"Where's Scott?" Jack breathlessly asked her. She merely pointed in the direction of the garage, and I could see the faces of children pressed against the windows on the upper floors.

"Are you blind!?" We could hear Scott's distressed voice a ways off, slightly high pitched and extremely annoyed. "An entire fucking mansion and you HIT IT?"

"Without those fancy red glasses you'd be blinder than a grandma on her ninetieth birthday! Don't you worry Slim, at least I didn't hit the bike!" I heard someone yell back and Logan let out a groan. He pressed his hand into his face, sure sign of oh god no.

There was a crash of a piece of concrete falling from the ceiling and the unmistakable sound of metal crunching.

"My bike, oh god, my bike! That's it you fucking red dildo I'm going to kill you myself... FUCK. I spent a year on that bike I can't--" Scott screamed and as much as I could understand his panic, this was a tad bit amusing.

"No, no, shhhhh... just soak in the sweet feeling of denial. Sorry to say it bud, but that bike's a goner," the voice said again, and I began to walk towards the garage; Logan, Storm, and Jean followed at a distance.

"That's IT!" Scott screamed, and a beam of red light shot from the ruins of the garage, a bright ass yellow hummer crushed into the side. I jumped backward, surprised. Logan groaned behind me as a figure clad in a red and black full body leotard? jumped away from the blast.