Monday morning comes. I aim to be in homeroom nice and early, hopefully before any of them can come after me, either the Mutineers or Liam, but to my horror, all four of the Mutineers are hanging by the door.
Maybe I should skip homeroom…
“There she is,” Shane says, coming up to me. He runs a hand through his red hair. “I heard that you think you’re tough shit.”
“A working girl, huh?” Corey asks. He runs his tongue along his lips. “You work hard for the money?”
“I heard that she put on a show for some dipshit, bending her ass over for a twenty.” Brett smirks and shakes his head. “You really are nothing but a slut, aren’t you?”
“Shaking my ass for some money isn’t that bad,” I say. “It’s not like I spread my legs.”
Case in point, I’m standing with my feet as closed as can be.
Tyler pushes the other guys aside to stand before me. “You took what’s mine.”
“Now, Tyler, that’s not possible. What’s yours is yours.” I lean forward and tap the tip of his nose. “And what’s mine is mine.”
“Fuck you,” he snaps.
I wink at him. “Always knew you were just like the others. You aren’t a good guy, are you, Ty?”
“No one calls me Ty,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Aw, does that bother you? I think it suits you, Ty.”
He yanks on his tie to loosen it and then rips it off his head. In a flash, before I can get my arm up to stop him, he has his tie around my throat, and he pulls it tight.
“Tighter,” I mock him, my voice coming out raspy. It’s too tight as it is.
Tyler tries, but it’s too tight, and I just give him a smirk. All of the blood is stuck in my head, and I can feel my face flush, but I refuse to show any sign of distress.
“You better stop before she gets off on that,” Brett says.
Tyler yanks on the tie to give me some space. “You shouldn’t have fucked with me,” he spits out.
I say nothing as the other Mutineers laugh and walk away.
Tyler makes no move to enter homeroom, and I don’t want to walk past him.
I cross my arms. “As if I knew that you applied for the job. Trust me. I need it more than you do.”
He pushes his sleeves back some, showing off some of his muscular forearms. Why the fuck is that such a sexy look on a guy? Even assholes can look hot.
“How do you know you need it more than I do?” he snaps.
I just laugh and shake my head. “Trust me.”
I do breeze past him, needing to rub my throat, not about to give him any satisfaction of knowing he got to me when he grabs my wrist.
“Ty… Tyler…”
He yanks on me and invades my space, forcing me backward until I'm against the wall, pinned in by him.
His hand lands on my throat, and he rubs it. His face is one of anger, but his eyes are a bit softer.
“I don’t get you,” I mutter. His hand soothes away the rest of the pain from the tight tie.
“There’s nothing for you to get.”