Logan had fled, not withdrawn, but fled.
Chuck had taken the students with him to attend something important that was educational.
The rest of the X-men being young’en decided that this was their chance to party.
Kitty had broken into the professor’s office and hooked up the schools PA system to the radio and proceeded to bombard the whole school with noise.
That is what made Logan flea. He should have been ashamed, but the sonic blaster thing they had to pull out every time they ran into Hulk or Venom was less painful then the so called “music” that had been blasting throughout the school.
In the few hours that had passed Logan figured that they had calmed down and it would be safe for him to go back.
The first thing he heard was the engines.
Motorcycle engines, lots of them. Then he smelled the leather, rubber, and sex in the air.
What was going on? As Logan walked out of the woods onto the lawn he saw the driveway was a parking lot of custom choppers.
A neon sign that read “Chuck’s roadhouse” hung over the rear entrance to the kitchen.
In one of the bedroom windows he saw a femine form sealed in a black rubber suite being pressed against the glass while being taken from behind by another black rubber figure.
“The hell happened here?” Logan said to himself.
It was then that …