“Mmm. You better be,” he said, but some shuffling took both their attention.
“I said back off,” came from my other side, Bow Reed, but she wasn’t by herself. Two dudes flanked her, one wearing a letterman jacket, but neither were on the football team. Since I watched enough games, I knew who ran the field. The guy must have played some other kind of sport.
The guys surrounded Bow, cutting her off in the lot. One of them smirked. “Don’t act like you’re too good for us. You should be fucking lucky.”
The second guy tugged the other. “Back off, she could go
tell her brother.”
The boy growled. “That motherfucker and his boys got me cut from the team so that Sloane kid could join.” He faced Bow. “This is nothing but revenge.”
What the hell?
The guys continued to surround her, and the guy with Principal Mayberry hushed.
“Someone’s fucking coming,” the sketchy guy growled, going one way, and Principal Mayberry went another. I had no time to figure out what they were doing.
Those guys continued to follow Bow deeper into the lot, and shaking my head, I headed toward the back of my dad’s Chevelle. Apparently, this old bat was really getting some use since coming to Maywood Heights.
Safe town my ass.
Principal Mayberry looked like she was in the middle of some drug deal and now two creeps were going after the little rabbit.
Bat in hand, I ran toward the scene.
“I said back off,” Bow said, and one of them attempted to grab at her hand. She shoved him. “Leave me alone.”
“Her brother, man,” one of the guys started to say, the same one who appeared to be the voice of reason before.
The guy in the letterman jacket waved his friend off. “You go and be a little bitch, then,” he gritted. “I’m going to get mine.”
His friend lifted his hands. “Fuck this, man.”
The guy ran off, hands in his pockets, and that made me feel a little better as I ran up on the other guy with Bow. Dealing with one asshole would be easier than two.
Bow had her hair up, spirit paint on her face. She must have gone to tonight’s game. “I said leave me alone!”
The guy didn’t listen, backing her up against the car. He grabbed for her, and she screamed, kicking at him.
“Back off,” I yelled, the guy whirling around. I readied my bat in the air. “Get away from her or I’ll knock your fucking head off. I swear to God.”
I had confidence since this tactic worked the first time, but what I hadn’t expected was the guy to wield a knife.
Which he did.
He flicked a long blade out, coming at me. “Well, if it ain’t the Legacy bitch.” He grinned. “I ain’t Legacy, but I’ll make you mine.”
I sneered, waving the bat higher. Noticing Bow cowering, I jerked my chin at her. “Get out of here. Now.”
She didn’t. She ran at the fool, and if that little rabbit didn’t launch herself at his back.
“Fucking bitch!” he roared, grabbing at her hands on his back.
In a crazy-as-fuck turn of events, Bow jerked his head back, making him drop the knife. Deciding to double-team, I slammed the bat into the guy’s legs. He fell to the ground, fury in his yell as he took Bow on the ground with him.
Rushing, I grabbed for her, helping her up so we could run.
Suddenly, we weren’t alone.