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She glared up at him, feeling his fingers pressing into the muscle. Other students remained nearby, and she made her voice strong and clear. “Let me go, Drew.”
It worked. One of those figures by the tree straightened and headed their way. A cigarette flared red in an arc to the ground, where it died under a shoe. “Hey.”
Drew’s hand tightened on her bicep. “I think it’s time to level the playing field.”
“Let me go,” she said again. “Right now.”
Another student moved toward them.
Drew dragged her close, and for the first time, she felt fear slide around her chest and jerk tight.
“Isn’t there some stupid saying?” he said. “Something like, ‘If I’m going to do the time—’ ”
“Shut up!” She swung her free hand, driving her fingers at Drew’s throat the way Hunter had shown her. She felt the swing all the way up her arm, strength and power conspiring to put him down.
But arms wrapped around her from behind, a hand sliding over her mouth, beefy hands trapping her arms. Someone large, strong. Way bigger than she was.
“Hey, Becca.” Hot breath on her ear. She knew that voice.
Tommy Dunleavy.
She couldn’t see the others yet, but now she knew. Those weren’t just other students at the trees. Those were Drew’s friends.
She screamed—or she tried to. That hand clamped down on her mouth, preventing any sound from getting out. She struggled, but he was too strong. They wrestled her around the corner of the building, where it was truly dark. The music from the dance was too loud. Even if she screamed here, no one would hear her.
Drew stroked a hand down her side, the feel of his hand hard through the thin material of the dress. She squealed and squirmed away from him.
“Yeah,” he said. “If I’m going to do the time, I’m sure as hell going to enjoy the crime.”
And then he grabbed hold of the front of her dress. And began to tear it free.
CHAPTER 31
Chris drained the soda from his cup and swirled the ice around the bottom. Monica was yammering about something to do with her nails or her dress or her friends, but he had a pretty low tolerance for stupidity, so he’d tuned her out fifteen minutes ago. The only reason she was hanging off his arm was because her dickhead boyfriend had stepped out for a smoke. Did she think Chris was so clueless he wouldn’t know that?
He was only putting up with it because Monica made for a good cover.
Becca had seen him. She’d seen him and then she’d kissed Hunter.
Crystal clear.
He had enough to worry about. He shouldn’t be watching Becca. He shouldn’t give a crap.
He just couldn’t help himself. He’d watched the little drama unfold with Drew.
Stalker, he’d told himself, but it didn’t matter, because Becca had Hunter. He’d stop her from going with Drew. Or follow. He’d keep her safe.
Chris had waited, but no one followed. Becca had walked out of the gym with Drew while Hunter stood with Quinn and stared at the door.
What a jackass. When it was obvious Hunter wasn’t going to do anything, Chris slammed his cup on the table and moved to follow.
Monica giggled and hung onto him. “Wait—you wanna go watch or something?”
God, it was like she didn’t have an off switch. He wished there were some way to take out her batteries.
Then he realized what she’d said.
He stopped and looked down at her. “Watch what?”
