"Coach assumed we were a couple because of how loud you cheer for us, and that we were just denying it." He looked between the bed and me, and I huffed.
"How?" I asked. Glancing up at Jax, I scowled at him and stuck out my tongue, his fingers quick...
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Nessrin didn't show up to school the next day, or the next. My brother wouldn't give me her address so I could go do a wellness check on her. but I managed to get her number from my brother after a few days of annoying the fuck out of him, and I spammed her with questions, the only response I got was from a few hours ago;
just a little busy at home, I'll be there tomorrow hopefully.
Looking at that message again, I sighed and closed my phone, tucking it into my back pocket. I had this off-feeling about her situation, but I brushed it off. It wasn't my place to push her.
"Heyyy Harley baby!" A brown-haired asshole sang, his body too close for comfort, and his axe body sprays making me want to puke. "What do you want?" I huffed, slamming my locker door closed, praying that people would just leave me alone.
"You and me, 7 o'clock at Rockets. Tonight." The brown-haired asshole said, his eyes landing right on my tits when he talked. And here I thought men had class.
"Really?" I said, amusement laced in my voice. Rykker Dixon had been trying to get with me for three years, and every time he asked I would turn him down politely. It was nauseating. The entire football team and hockey team had tried to get t with me because my brother is the captain of football, and Jax was the captain of hockey. So lucky I have no chance of trying to stay hidden. Perks of sharing a last name with a popular person.
And being in all the same classes as most of them is brutal. It was a shame that murder was illegal in Alberta.
"Yes really. And if you could wear that little short skirt I know you still have with that black v-neck, we might be able to do other things...." Rykker droned on creepily, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught my two goons walking around the corner. A good twenty feet away from me.
Oh please, walk closer and hear this convo. Cause then you can beat him in practice.
"...once we've done that I can stick my fingers in your tight pussy and-"
Once those words had come out of his mouth, my fist went flying into his face. He held his jaw in fury and the next thing I knew he had me pinned against the wall.
"I sure hope you're a fighter in bed." He chuckled, his hand sliding dangerously down on my thighs. I tried to wiggle free, but his hand moved from my shoulder to my throat, and I was losing oxygen every time I struggled.
Kay-would be nice but uhm-not with you, or in this situation. Also, you don't even know how to do this properly.
Managing to get my one leg in between his, I quickly brought my knee up, hitting him in the balls. Rykker dropped me, and I caught myself before I hit the floor. My wrist panged with pain from the fall and I bit back a small gasp. Standing up, I leaned against my locker and shook my head. They just never take no for an answer.
