cause these natural disasters? Anyone?” He barely waited for a response. “No? Well, there was no particular reason. He just liked death and destruction. He didn’t profit from it. As a matter of fact, he had to hold a day job in order to feed himself. Does anyone know what he did?”
Jeff was nervous now. Mr. Hammond hadn’t looked away the entire time he was talking.
“No? Well, he had a bicycle repair shop.”
Jeff’s eyes grew wide and his stomach lurched. He didn’t know anything about The Weatherman.
“What? Polar, you looked surprised. Didn’t you know The Weatherman was your paternal grandfather? Interesting.”
It was moments like this when Jeff felt most conflicted about who he actually was. When people called him a hero, he got defensive and claimed not to be, but when he heard about blatant evil and injustice, his blood boiled. How could his grandfather have been so heartless to kill people for no reason at all? Why hadn’t Dad mentioned him when he bragged about the family history? Jeff was sure there’d been no mention of The Weatherman.
“But then again,” Mr. Hammond continued in a nonchalant manner, “when your own father has assisted in a number of mass suicides, what are a few hundred thousand deaths due to natural disasters?”
Jeff worked very hard to keep his expression blank. If what Mr. Hammond said was true, then Jeff’s lineage of villainy was far stronger and more revolting than he’d ever suspected. A couple kids turned to gape at him as if somehow the actions of his father and grandfathers reflected on him. Jeff noted they weren’t all ex-heroes.
“Excuse me, sir!” Trina raised her hand and waved it around a bit.
“Yes, Trina?” Mr. Hammond almost seemed disappointed.
“We all know what Polar’s mom has done during her heroic career, and we all must remember that his maternal grandmother was responsible for forming the Hero Network to assure that those who choose to be heroes fulltime never want for the comforts of life. And, well, of course, there is what Polar himself did.” Trina looked at Jeff with big round doe eyes and a goofy grin.
Holy crap! I’m frickin’ history! My poor kids, if I ever have any, will learn all this, plus me. Great! He gave Trina a nod and one of his crooked smiles and saw her breath catch. His smile crooked a little further as he chuckled at her reaction. Good girls love a bad boy.
“Yes, yes,” Mr. Hammond admitted. “Polar Tohler is the one responsible for you, Trina, and me and James and Emily all sitting in this room today. Polar Tohler is the one to have righted all the wrongs and wronged all the rights. Only time will tell if this was a good thing or not.”
Jeff schooled his expression, hoping to convince everyone that he didn’t care either way. He wished he could convince himself.
Chapter 4
Kids streamed from the academy past Jeff. His gaze hopped from head to head searching for the sheen of black hair, though his mind was somewhere else completely. He leaned against the column at the top of the steps, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, tipping his chin and managing half of a fabricated smile for anyone who greeted him. Part of him couldn’t wait to confront his dad about the mass suicide accusation Mr. Hammond had sprung in class, and the other part of him never wanted to know.
Finally, Oceanus pushed through the door, and Jeff felt his tension melt away at the sight of her.
“Where were you at lunch today?” he asked as she approached. “I missed you.”
Oceanus hugged her books to her chest. “I had studying, I mean research, to do.”
Jeff wrapped his arm around her as they walked down the stairs together. He kissed the top of her head and breathed in her scent.
Oceanus had transferred to FVA after they’d ended the world together. She lived at the academy, whereas he’d moved home under Mother’s orders. Outside of class time, they’d been pretty inseparable, though. At the least, Jeff