Page 267 of Mr. Beast


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He reached for me again. I pulled away. Someone behind me put his hands on my waist and said, “Settle down, honey, and it will all be over quick.”

I would never forget the darkness in his voice, or what happened next.

Out of nowhere, Austin King, star Running Back for the Buffalo State Giants, appeared in between two of the others, joining their circle.

“What’s up, fellas?” he said, putting his hands on the two shoulders next to him.

“What the fuck do you want, Austin?” Derek, in the red shirt, asked haughtily.

“Can’t you guys get laid back at the frat house? Do you need to be out here harassing young women like…” He looked over at me. “What’s your name?”

“Brooke,” I said in as steady of a voice as I could muster.

“You don’t need to be harassing a nice lady like Brooke. Not tonight.”

“What do you have to do with her?” Derek asked.

He and the others stepped back, surrounding Austin and myself.

“Do you really want to do this?” Austin asked in a cocky voice.

I stared at his body so fit, huge, and ready for anything.

“Let’s just go,” I pleaded.

“No,” he said, not taking his eyes off Derek. “These idiots need to learn a lesson.”

“Yeah?” Derek and the others laughed. “What are you going to do about it? There’s more of us than you, dumbass.”

“You need a counting lesson.”

Austin put his fingers into his mouth and whistled loudly. Four of his buddies yelled and hollered as they rushed up the path toward us. The frat guys stepped back, forming a line.

“About time you guys caught up,” Austin said when the newcomers lined up next to us.

I recognized two of them from the football team. One, Trey, I had helped with a knee injury during summer break.

“What’s going on?” Trey, a defensive lineman, asked as he stared at the fraternity brothers.

“These guys were just about to leave,” Austin said.

He crossed his arms over his chest and grinned like nothing mattered in the world.

“You’re fucking lucky,” Derek said, pointing a finger at me.

Austin took two steps forward, followed by Trey and the other beefy football players. The frat boys took off running down the path, hooting and hollering as if they’d won the confrontation.

Fucking idiots.

I turned my attention to Austin. He dropped his arms and stared directly into my eyes.

“Thank you,” I said as I put my hand on his arm.

Those muscles, though!

“No problem,” he said. “What are you doing out so late?”

“I’m on my way home from the lab. I can’t tell you how lucky I am you were here, those guys are…” My voice ran dry.

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