Shattered - By Sophia Sharp Page 0,7

body, hugging her close to him. “Why, I didn’t know you liked me already,” he said crudely, and all four of the guys laughed. She struggled, trying to escape, but his grip was too strong. She looked desperately to Brady, but he was laughing just as much.

“What should we do with her, Brad?” the guy holding her asked. She tried to swing her head into his, to do something that would cause him to let up on his iron grip, but she was too short. Wait. Brad? Was that what these guys called him, now? The guy finally let go, and she stumbled into the middle of the clearing. All around her, hungry eyes stared at her body.

“I think she’s a good girl,” Brady said ominously, stepping closer to her, “so I think she’ll cooperate with anything we say. Won’t you, Laura?”

Laura shrunk back. All four guys stepped even closer. She was trapped, with no way out. She felt another hand slap her ass, and a roar of laughter erupted from the group. She was scared, now. She could scream, but she doubted anybody would hear, here in the most abandoned corner of the school.

Brady took another step towards her, and she was about to make a fist right when her arms were grabbed and held. She struggled, trying to get out of the grip, but it was no use. There were four of them, and only one of her. Oh God, what were they going to do? How could this be happening to her, right here in the school? And Brady, of all people, seemed to be their ring-leader. She felt her whole world start to collapse on itself.

“Stop.”

A loud voice broke cut through the laughter, causing all four of the guys to look up. Laura looked up, too. And found Logan standing a few meters away, feet spread in an aggressive stance, looking right at them.

“What did you say?” Brady said ominously, turning to face him.

“I told you to stop,” Logan replied simply.

“Or what?” Brady rounded on Logan.

“Or I will make you.”

“Oh really?” Brady’s tone was incredulous. “Boys, this guy here thinks he’s going to stop us.”

That caused another roar of laughter to come from the three guys still around Laura.

“We’re probably scaring his little girlfriend,” Brady continued derisively. The words stung, despite everything what was happening, because they came from Brady’s mouth.

“Hey, isn’t it that new kid?” the guy holding Laura offered. “Yea, Brad, I think it is.”

“And you’re new?” Brady asked, walking right up to Logan. “Well, new kid, I think you better get on your way. We wouldn’t want to see you getting hurt.” Then he shoved Logan right in the chest, knocking him back. He staggered back, but made no move to counter. Laura’s arms were still twisted behind her, and they hurt.

Brady turned around, back to face Laura and his crew, satisfied that he’d dealt successfully with the nuisance. But then Logan spoke again:

“Last chance, Brad. Tell your friends to back off.”

Brady spun around furiously. “Nobody ever call me Brad,” he spat, “except for my teammates!” And he threw a punch right for Logan’s head.

Everything happened at once.

Logan stepped aside easily, avoiding Brady’s fist, and Brady lost his balance and staggered forward. Logan swept a foot out, tripping him, and allowed Brady’s momentum to carry him to the floor.

At the same time, one of the guys standing behind Laura charged at Logan. Just as he was about to slam his shoulder into Logan’s side, Logan raised a knee hard, and the guy’s chest rebounded against it. The guy gasped, having the wind knocked out of him, and fell back to the floor.

Brady had already gotten up, and was in the middle of swinging a sucker punch to the back of Logan’s head. Laura screamed, but Logan twisted around just in time to block the blow with his forearm. Brady looked stunned for a moment, but that expression quickly turned to pain as Logan clubbed him in the midsection with a fist. Brady fell down, clutching at his stomach.

Growling, the guy holding Laura let her go, and ran at Logan. So did his friend. Laura collapsed to the floor. When she looked up half a second later, the wide-guy who held her before had his hands at his face, trying desperately to stop the blood flowing from a vicious gnash on his nose. And his friend was also writhing on the floor in pain.

Logan stood there, amongst the four bodies, completely unscathed. And looking