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Chapter 2
Parker
Iwalk through school this morning, as always, hoping for a glimpse of my girl. Just one to get me through this fucking day and make coming to this hell hole worth it, but I’m stopped in my tracks when I hear the conversation coming from the jocks' lockers.
“Dude, did you put it in her locker?” one of the stupid fucking jocks, Brad or Brandon something I think, says to his friend.
“Yeah, I told her to meet me in the band room. That I’ve had a crush on her all year and finally got up the courage to write her the note,” the other fucker beside him snickers. What the fuck? How can people be such dicks? I will never understand the point of hurting others. It makes no damn sense to me. Why would you go out of your way to hurt someone who doesn’t deserve it?
“Honestly, the way she handles that flute,” one of them says and whistles before making a crude gesture with his hands and dick.
Wait. Flute?
They better not be talking about who I think they are.
“So, are Mindy and the rest of the squad already waiting with the paint?” he asks, and I swear today is the day I commit murder.
“Yup, everything’s ready to go,” the other one says, looking up.
I look over and see them staring at her. My girl. Birkley. I watch as she opens her locker, and the note falls out. She looks around the hall, not noticing the fuckers laughing while watching her. She reads the note, and I see a beautiful blush stain her cheeks and a small smile. The fuckers beside me laugh again, and that’s it. No one fucks with my girl. No one hurts her like this.
I wait until she’s walked away, guessing she’s headed to the band room, so I need to make this fast. I turn to the second-string players. The fuckers aren’t even good enough to make the varsity. Pussies.
“So, you think it's funny leading a girl on then fucking with her? I think I should teach you both a lesson in manners. You know, from the trailer park,” I say, stalking toward them. They look at each other before nodding and trying to rush me. I sigh, shaking my head. The life I grew up in has taught me a few things, one of them being how to survive.
They may rush me, but I have the upper hand, and with only four hits total, they are both sprawled on the floor, one holding his bleeding nose, and one knocked out cold. I don’t wait around for the teachers to come. I rush after Birkley, hoping and praying I get to the band room before anyone does anything to hurt my girl. From the end of the hallway, I see her open the door of the band room. I try calling her name, but she doesn’t hear me or ignores it and pushes through the door. I sprint down the hallway, running faster than I ever have before.
I hear the laughing and chatter going on from inside the room. I push open the door and see none other than the cheer fucking squad, all squirting paint at a visibly trembling Birkley. I rush to stand in front of her. There is no way in hell I’m sitting by and watching this shit. One girl squirts a dollop of purple paint over my rejects jacket, and a growl starts deep in the back of my throat. I slowly look up at the girl, and she physically pales, dropping the paint bottle.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HER?” I yell at the group.
I start to open my mouth to yell again, but I hear a thump behind me, and the cheerleaders use my distraction as an advantage to run off. I growl at the door as it swings closed behind the bitches. I know I should probably be more respectful toward ladies, but those bitches ain't ladies. They are a bunch of cowards, and I can't stand the lot of them for what they put Birkley through.
Speaking of Birkley… I look down at my girl and almost break into a million pieces. She is curled in the fetal position, quietly crying, and I know there is nothing in this world I can do to fix this.
“Oh baby, please don’t cry,” I say, bending down and wiping the hair out of her face. Purple paint smears across her face, and I growl again, making her jerk back. “Don’t be scared of me, Birkley. I would never do anything to hurt you.”
This is killing me, almost as much as knowing she eagerly came to this room to meet another guy. I don’t know which of the fuckers signed their name on that damn note, so I don’t know which one I'll need to kill later for having the audacity to be attracted to my girl. I will find out, though, and take care of the problem.
“Please just leave Parker,” she says, curling into an even tighter ball. If I’m not careful, she’ll curl up so small she’ll disappear.
“Can’t do that, sweet girl. I won't leave you alone right now. I need to take care of you,” I tell her, gathering her in my arms. She holds onto my shirt tightly when I go to stand.
Her words might say she doesn’t want me here, but her actions say she feels safe with me. I hear the last warning bell signaling classes are starting. When the next one rings, students with be considered late. I wait for that one to finish and then give it another five minutes before peeking out into the hallway and making sure no one is roaming around. The last thing I want is someone else seeing Birkley like this and trying to run their fucking mouth.
I make my way out the back of the school and toward the football locker room. No one will be in there this morning. I know for a fact because when I don’t feel like going home and facing my father's wrath, I shower here. No one bothers me, and it's easier than dealing with the stress of going home. I see Alec and Bailey sneaking toward the parking lot as I go, but I am too late to hide Birkley before they see us. I watch their laughing faces morph into complete anger at seeing Birkley in my arms. They both stomp our way.
“Who did this?” Bailey demands. I've never seen her so angry before.
“I think you already know who did this is, Bailey,” I tell her sadly.
“Hey, watch it, brother. Bailey had nothing to do with this shit, and you know it,” Alec growls. I look at him, raising a brow.
“Of course, I know that. But Bailey also knows the hell her old teammates inflict on others,” I say, not holding back.
“He’s right. I didn’t know they were taking it to this extreme, but I've tried repeatedly to get them to stop bullying people. I think it's time to play dirty,” she says determinedly.
“No, please don’t get into any trouble over me,” Birkley squeaks from my arms, trying to move. I hold her tighter to my chest.
“Don’t worry, girl. We take care of our own, and I’ll have the absolute pleasure of taking care of this.” Bailey nods at me before turning and heading back into the school, Alec right on her heels.
I shake my head before turning back and making my way once again to the locker rooms. Right now, my focus is on getting Birkley cleaned up. Then I'll figure out where to go from here and how to convince this perfect girl to give me a chance even if she wishes I was someone else.
