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CHAPTER 7
Logan
SAME DAY
I couldn’t get the fact that Spencer was also tutoring Ezra out of my head. Ezra was a fuckboy, and he would do nothing but hurt Spencer. Not even a full week in that boy’s presence, and I already knew he was something special. Something worth protecting. I didn’t bother myself with many people, but I would sure as hell go out of my way to take care of him. To protect him.
Fuck, I’d give that boy just about anything he fucking wanted. Except to leave him alone. I’d never give him that. I was obsessed with him. I didn’t get attached to many things, but when I did, I held onto them as tightly as I fucking could.
If Ezra thought he could take Spencer from me or hurt him, he had to get through me first.
Which meant I needed to warn Ezra to watch his fucking back. If he hurt Spencer, I’d gladly serve time. My sweet boy was off fucking limits. Ezra had his pick of anyone in this damn school.
Just not him. Not Spencer. Never Spencer.
The mere thought of Ezra breaking Spencer’s heart made me murderous.
It was easy to spot Ezra when I walked into the cafeteria, and I headed straight for him. He was sitting with his dumbass jock friends, laughing at something one of them said. I fucking hated those douchebags. But I also knew the feeling was mutual; they all hated me just as much.
Silence fell upon the cafeteria when I neared their table. It was no secret to anyone how much Ezra and I hated each other. We were… violent. It was so bad, the guidance counselor went out of her way every year to make sure we didn’t end up in the same courses.
Once upon a time, I’d actually liked the fucker. Wanted a chance to be with him. Until I saw how much of a douchebag he was. I’d been in middle school and had childishly left a note in his locker, telling him I had a crush on him. I thought he was out about being gay back then. He’d sure as hell thrown out enough signals to let me know he was interested in guys.
Not only had I accidentally outed him, but he and his friends beat the shit out of me after school, and Ezra proceeded to tell me that even if he was bi, he’d never fuck with a loser like me who was so poor, his clothes barely fit.
That shit had gutted me. And it shredded the last bit of any hope I had that humanity was the least bit decent. I’d been shrouded in darkness for years… until Spencer stepped into the counselor’s office.
My world had gotten flipped upside down the moment I laid eyes on him.
Obviously, Ezra was out and proud now, fucking guys and girls left and right. But the animosity between us remained. It probably always would. I’d never move past what he fucking did to me, just as I knew he’d never move past me outing him before he was ready. But it wasn’t my fault he let every stupid dimwitted fuck into his personal business. Had he just read the note to himself like a normal person instead of trying to be all cool and read it out loud, his secret would’ve been safe.
“What the fuck do you want?” Ezra snapped at me as he stood up from his seat, his eyes narrowed in my direction.
I stepped up to him so we were toe-to-toe. “Cancel your tutoring sessions with Spencer,” I quietly growled. “He’s off-fucking-limits.”
Ezra sneered at me, looking at me like I was nothing more than shit stuck to the bottom of his shoe. Maybe I was, but it still didn’t give him the goddamn right to treat me as such. “You really fucking think so? You’ve got no fucking claim to him, Logan, and he’d never stoop so low as to even be remotely interested in a dirty mother fucker like you.”
His words didn’t even affect me. Shit people said and their blows stopped meaning shit long ago. Having a junkie whore for a mom and numerous abusive men in and out of our house had hardened me. Changed me. Hell, I didn’t even know who the fuck I really was anymore except a survivor.
But I sure as hell wasn’t afraid to start swinging when someone came at me sideways.
So… I swung first, clocking Ezra in the jaw, and that was all it took. He body-slammed me to the floor—fucking asshole lineman—and from there, we rolled around, beating the absolute shit out of each other. My lip was busted, and my nose was bleeding. Ezra’s eye was already swelling and bruising, and I was pretty sure I broke his nose.
“That’s enough!” someone shouted right before I was snatched off of Ezra. Ezra was yanked up from the floor as well. Both of our chests were heaving, and we were glaring at each other. Pure hatred thrummed through my veins. My fingers twitched with the urge to wrap my hands around his throat.
I scanned the cafeteria, looking at the crowd that had formed around us, and I did a double-take when I spotted Spencer standing against the wall, his jaw clenched, anger burning in his eyes as he stared at both of us.
“Fuck,” I rasped, something weird spreading through my chest. Regret maybe? I hadn’t felt it in years.
“Watch your language,” one of the football coaches snapped at me as Ezra followed my gaze. He cursed as well, something akin to regret flashing in his eyes as he watched Spencer turn and storm out of the cafeteria.
Had I been wrong? Was Ezra actually interested in Spencer as more than just a pretty piece of ass to stick his dick in? Or was he just upset he might’ve lost his chance to bag his cute tutor?
We were both steered to the principal’s office, and I dropped into one of the chairs once the door shut behind us. A towel was thrown at me, and another was thrown at Ezra. I used it to wipe away some of the blood on my face and knuckles.
“He’s not a fucking piece of ass to me, Logan,” Ezra muttered, glaring down at his lap. I was surprised he’d even said anything. I just grunted, not in the mood to hear what the hell he had to say. “I’m not going to hurt him.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, I’ll fucking believe that when I see it.”
