Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 18

They were coming after him.

The idea may not seem to be too much of a problem, clearly Logan is capable of protecting himself physically. He's beat Hunter, he's beat everyone else he's ever fought.

But an entire soccer team full of in-shape idiots who are much to under the influence of all things Hunter.

Hunters favorite color is blue, the teams favorite color is blue.

Hunter goes somewhere, the team goes somewhere.

Hunter hates someone, the team hates someone.

Hunter tells team to beat the life out of Logan Chambers, the team beats the life out of Logan Chambers.

Or, at least they try.

"How are you not even a little bit worried?" I ask Logan as we drive, surprised and shocked as to how he could be driving so slowly, his hands nonchalantly drumming against his thigh.

He just shrugs, then smirks a cocky and over-confident smirk. That's the kind of smirk that gets you in trouble.

"Logan, its a TEAM. As in, more or less 10 guys who are more supportive of one another then any other group on this planet. Do you not understand the concept of Team Pride?" I ask, baffled. I sit upright in my seat, leaning my elbows on the material under the windshield.

"Oh, I get it." He laughs, sneaking a quick glance over at me.

"What is wrong with you?" I ask, and he laughs. How can someone with a certain death wish be so willy-nilly and care-free. This isn't the chess team out for him, its the 10 years in a row state championship winning soccer team, led by Hunter Adams himself.

"Nothings wrong with me." He scoffs, and for a second I swear you can see his ego in the air surrounding him.

I groan, letting my head bang against the window.

What the heck is going on tonight? My oh so smart self thought it would be a good idea to involve Hunter in the slight feud occurring between Logan and I.

Logan punches Hunter, earning the right to fear for his life.

Soon, we pull into the driveway, the light shining out from the kitchen. We must have forgotten to turn it off.

Wait.

"Logan! Are you crazy? We can't be here, they know where we live you idiot! We should be somewhere safer!" I yell, reaching over his body, and trying to shut the car door he's opening.

My eyes wander, my face mere inches from kissing his toned torso. I quickly pull away from those thoughts, and away from the drifting reminders I have in what happened in the alley outside the ring.

Logan effortlessly moves my hand out of the way, exiting the vehicle like he wanted.

He looks at me, emotionless. "Calm down, Kat. It's okay, I don't know what you're so worried about." He smiles at the end, gesturing me towards our house.

I take out the key, unlocking the front door. I hang my keys on the hook, and walk to the kitchen, sitting on a bar stool.

Logan strolls in calmly after me, digging in his bag for something while closing the door. He takes out his phone, dialing someone.

Quickly they answer, and Logan's deep voice vibrates through my ears.

"Get em' both, meet me at my house."

There's a pause.

"Tonight. He's not smart enough to wait."

Logan walks into the kitchen, phone still in hand, he opens the fridge.