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“Fuck, stop,” he moans, falling to the ground at my feet.

I stand over him like a fucking boss. “Maybe next time you’ll remember who the fuck you’re talking to,” I announce loud enough for the people around us to hear, letting it act as a reminder for the rest of the fucktards around here that they can’t mess with me. Not now and especially not when I’m tired as fuck.

Noah’s at my side with Rivers, and Tully in the blink of an eye. “What the fuck was that about?” Noah demands, looking down at Jack holding onto his junk as though it’s about to detach from his body and shrivel up to die.

My hand slides into Noah’s, needing his touch to calm me down and stop me from going apeshit on this douche. “Spencer’s been telling everyone that I’m fucking him and Jack here thought he could get in on the action.”

Noah’s head whips around to me. “Excuse me?”

“That’s right. You heard me, big guy.”

Rivers grunts under his breath. “Fuck.”

In the blink of an eye, Noah has Jack by the scruff of his shirt and is holding him up, his feet dangling below him as he desperately tries to squirm free but it’s no use, Noah’s steel grip and strength are unbreakable. “Where the fuck do you get off talking to my girl?”

Jack’s eyes go wide as the rest of the cafeteria looks on, waiting to see their king put a mere peasant in his place. “I fucking asked you a question,” Noah roars loud enough to draw the attention of the whole faculty. Hell, probably loud enough for the fuckers in Broken Hill to know shit’s about to go down.

“I…I…I’m sorry, man,” he stutters out. “It was a joke. We were just having a little fun.”

“Insinuating my girlfriend is a whore and asking her to fuck you is your idea of fun?” Noah questions.

Jack’s eyes flick around the cafeteria, silently begging his peers for help but not a damn finger comes to his aide. The douchebag dug his grave and now it’s time to lay in it. “I’m sorry,” he repeats before glancing at me. “Fuck, Henley. I’m sorry, alright? It was a joke.”

I step into him. “A joke, hey?” I question. “You’ve got a little sister, right? Liza. A sophomore? Maybe Rivers should go and play a little joke on her. See how she likes big fuckers coming and harassing her during lunch. Maybe he’ll step in nice and close and let her know she’s a dirty little slut. Maybe he’ll touch her just enough to draw her in before demanding she drop down on his cock and bounce around like a little bunny. Tell me, does it sound like such a funny joke now? Because it sounds fucking hilarious to me.”

The thought has Aria popping into my head and all I can think about is that shit like this shouldn’t fly anymore. She’s only little and rumors around here spread like wildfire. I can’t have her hearing this kind of shit about me. It would destroy her. She wouldn’t understand what was going on and that would hurt more than I could possibly know.

Jack panics, though if he knew anything about us, he’d know that we would never stoop so low as to follow through on a threat like that. Noah and Tully had Lily and I have Aria. This is the very last thing any of us would want, we’re protective of little sisters. In our eyes, they’re precious, but this dickhead doesn’t need to know that. “Fuck. No. Leave Liza out of this.”

Noah grows tired of my taunting and tightens his hold on Jack. “When was Spencer running his mouth?”

Jack’s eyes flick from me and back to Noah before looking over Rivers, probably making sure he’s staying still for the time being. “He…he was running his mouth this morning.”

Noah practically growls. This could have easily been Jack putting stories together from all the rumors going around about me. I mean, after fooling around with Spencer all those weeks ago, a few whispers were spread, and naturally, the whole school knew about Jackson. But for this to be a new rumor from Spencer himself, that means game on.

Our fight isn’t with Jack. It’s with Spencer and he’s about to get the shock of his life.

Hmm, maybe now’s a good time for Tully to come clean about sleeping with him a few weeks ago. Though, timing is everything and that might just push Noah to do something that will see him behind bars for the rest of his life.

Just because I think he’s hands down incredible, doesn’t exactly mean he’s a saint. Noah would definitely take it too far if his head wasn’t in the right space and that scares the crap out of me. I don’t want to be visiting my boyfriend in jail for the rest of my life. Just thinking about all the missed spontaneous, steamy nights together terrifies me. That would definitely be a tragedy.


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