"Don't fucking touch her, you piece of shit." Ace storms up, grips Tyler by the back of his neck, and tosses him to the ground as if he weighs nothing.
My body slides down the side of the building and I cough, trying to pull air back into my lungs. I don't hear anything they’re saying, but the next thing I know Ace is helping mestand and asking me something. I just can't focus enough to understand his words. Taking a few more breaths, he helps guide me.
"Are you okay, Mary?" His voice is soft, as if he's afraid to spook me. I manage to nod my head and push off the wall, knowing I need to get away from him. He's going to tell Seb everything.
Before I get too far away, he grips my arm and halts me.
"What was all that about?"
"Nothing. It's fine. And if you care at all about Seb, keep this to yourself." He opens his mouth, his brows dipping in confusion, but I don't wait around—I don’t want to give in and tell someone what’s really going on.
Chapter 3
Sebastian
"Whatthehell,Seb?"Ace storms into my room, annoyance and worry lining his face.
"What's your problem, Ace? I'm not really in the mood for this shit." It's been two weeks since everything changed, and I still have no idea what the fuck is going on.
"Mary. I found her and Tyler outside the Dean's office. It looked like he was threatening her—or about to. I got there in time before he could hurt her, but she looked shaken up." I stare at him in confusion. Why the hell would Tyler be threatening Mary?
I'm so damn tired of not having any answers.
It’s been two fucking weeks since she’s talked to me. Since I’ve touched her. I’ve tried so damn hard to get her to open her dorm room or even answer her phone, but she refuses. I’ve given her space—more than I was wiling to—but now I want fucking answers.
I don't waste any time jumping up from my bed, grabbing my keys, and
slamming the front door behind me. She's going to tell me what the hell is going on.
First, I need to visit Tyler—because no one touches what's mine.
I find him leaning against the railing like he owns the damn place. The stupid fucking smug look on his face—the one that has been constantly pissing me off since I can remember—is somehow worse today. Maybe it's the way he keeps his eyes trained on Mary across the quad, like he knows something I don't. Like he's proud of that.
Tyler sees me, knowing a fight is coming in some way. After Ace told me about him cornering Mary, I have no intention of letting him walk away.
"Still sulking?" he says, loud enough for her to hear.
"Sulking? No. See, I'm here because you think it's okay to put your hands on people who don't want you."
"Oh, Seb. You must know that she's been bored. That's why she's been avoiding you for two weeks. I came in and spiced things up for you and her. You were just convenient."
I don't even think.
I swing.
It's not a clean punch. It's not thought out. It's messy and fast, fueled by anger that’s been building for years. My fist connects with his jaw, and he stumbles back, almost falling over the railing. His eyes are wide, as if he can't believe I punched him. Again. Blood is already streaming down his lip.
He lunges at me, and we almost crash into the dirt, but I hold my ground.
Someone yells, and I think it's her, but I don't stop.
I want him to feel it. Every ounce of hatred I’ve ever felt for him. Wrapping my hand around his throat, I push him up against the side of the building.
My face is only inches away from Tyler's as my grip tightens.
"You're so lucky I don't fucking kill you right now," I seethe, spit hitting his face. "I don't give a shit who your daddy is. You touch her again, and I won't hesitate to end your pathetic life."
Tyler laughs. A full-blown laugh, and it takes everything in me not to gut him like a fish.
