Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 87911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Reese was one of the football players.
Chloe recalled he’d tried to get into the biker brats’ little club, but seeing as his father was some kind of lawyer, no one would have him.
“Nah, man, of course not.”
“I want to know who did this. We’re not cleaning this shit up again.” Alfie slammed his fist against the metal. “And don’t think of covering for them either. Whoever did this, you know about it, you come to me.”
“Alfie, I’ve got to clean this up,” she said, touching his arm. “I know you don’t like it and you want to leave it. It’s still my locker.”
“You’re not cleaning it. I forbid you to clean it.”
“Are you a god now? I have to obey everything you say?”
“It would do you good to listen to me. I know what I’m talking about.”
She chuckled. “Fine. I won’t clean it, but you’re never going to find out who did this.”
“Why are you so certain?” he asked.
“Because I’ve tried to find out, and for the past couple of years, you know what I’ve got? Nothing. I’ve got nothing. I’ve got graffiti on my locker nearly every single day. Believe me, I’d stop it if I could.”
“So I have your permission to hurt whoever did this?”
“Sure. Why not?”
He wasn’t going to find the person responsible. She didn’t for a second believe it was possible.
“Grab your shit, we’ve got homeroom to get to.”
She had stopped asking him why he escorted her to homeroom, or sat with her, spent lunch time with her.
If she kept asking the same questions, she’d only sound like a broken record, so she had decided to just enjoy his company.
She wasn’t fooled by his sudden interest in her either. She would be forever on guard around him, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy his company as they did.
Neither of them spoke as she grabbed her stuff from her locker, and they walked side by side down the long corridor toward their classroom. She held her books protectively, being careful so as not to trip over any stray legs.
She wouldn’t put it past all of them to try to trip her.
In fact, just as they turned a corner, someone was there, leg out, and she felt herself falling, only she was grabbed before she could.
Her book wasn’t so lucky and ended up on the floor.
“You okay?” Alfie asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Perfectly fine.” She felt a little sick.
It was the first time she hadn’t gone down.
Glancing to her left, she saw Daniel, one of the football guys, standing there, looking a little shocked.
In the next second Alfie was on him.
“You fucking prick. You think it’s funny to trip a lady?”
Her cheeks were on fire. Alfie raised his fist and hit him.
She gasped. Violence always disturbed her. It was why she had felt sick after attacking Riley, Ian, and Alfie on the day they’d thrown the banana at her.
This wasn’t the way to make things right.
“Alfie, stop.”
Daniel wasn’t one to take the punch. He began to hit back, and she gasped as she was suddenly pushed back against the metal from their sparring.
“Dude, teachers are coming,” Ian said, appearing out of nowhere.
Thinking without reacting, she jumped onto Alfie’s back, wrapping her arms around him, and pulling him off Daniel, who looked a little dazed.
Now that she’d shocked him completely, she knew she had to do something that would stop Alfie from getting hurt.
The guys would cover with Daniel, but she couldn’t think.
Her mind was a complete and total blank.
What should she do?
Grabbing Alfie, she spun him around, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. She forced him to kiss her.
It was so surprising that for several seconds, neither of them actually did anything.
Alfie’s hands were wide, not holding her, and they looked so out of place, or at least, she imagined they did.
Within seconds of hearing the teacher, Alfie seemed to get with the program, grip her ass, and really kiss her.
It started out as a way to distract him from hurting Daniel, and suddenly, she felt a stirring within her body as Alfie traced the edge of her lip.
Someone cleared their throat, and she had no choice but to pull away.
Her lips were tingling, and she knew her face was hot with embarrassment.
“This is not a place for you to make out. Get to class. Now. What is going on here?”
“Nothing, I walked into a locker,” Daniel said, sniffling blood.
“Excellent. What’s your excuse, Alfie?”
“I bumped heads with my girlfriend.” He wrapped his arms around her, and there was a collective gasp.
She was able to keep hers locked inside.
“Daniel, go to the nurse. Alfie, fix your problem. If I hear there was fighting, I will deal with it, severely.” The teacher offered them one last glare before leaving.
“This isn’t over,” Alfie said.
“Fuck you.”
Alfie went to go for him again, but she was able to stop him, holding him back.