Page 42 of Hooking a Hottie


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He tried to play it cool but Henry wasn’t having it.

Henry went right after Keith again.

Grabbing him. Picking him up. Shaking him.

Throwing him back and then charging forward with a punch.

I heard the sound of Henry’s fist hitting Keith’s face.

It wasn’t all that sexy to be honest.

It sounded… well… violent.

Keith stumbled right back and threw his arms out for balance.

Henry went for more.

He hit Keith a second time, taking him to the ground.

In the back of my mind I didn’t like the fact that Keith was drunk during this. He had no real defense for himself. Then again, what did I really care? Keith had no problem being drunk and acting tough and mean with me, right?

I touched the corner of my mouth and remembered the moment I fell into the porch pillar and how badly it hurt.

Henry wasn’t an asshole though.

After the second punch, he stopped hitting Keith.

He did reach down and grab Keith by the shirt.

He pointed at Keith.

“You ever go near her again and I will break your fucking jaw!” Henry roared. “You hear me, you fucking piece of shit?”

Henry slammed Keith to the ground and turned and walked toward me.

For as cool and as popular as Keith came across, nobody came to his defense.

He wasn’t a jock. He wasn’t a stoner. He wasn’t a rock star.

He really didn’t fit in with any cliques.

And even the guys who were bad boys, they didn’t give a damn about one another.

Keith slowly pushed himself up into a seated position.

I saw blood, then I looked away.

I pulled the door shut and stared forward.

I watched again as Henry walked into the path of the headlights on his SUV.

He came around, grabbed the steering wheel and pulled himself into the driver’s seat.

Without a word, he put it into drive and slammed on the gas pedal.

The back tires screamed for a second, then we were gone.

I heard Henry taking deep breaths as he drove.

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