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“Just ignore him,” I tell Grant, and he nods, bowing his head toward the ground.
My years of training in Krav Maga have definitely heightened my senses. I feel it before I see it. But before I can even think about turning around to see what’s coming. A football smacks Grant straight in the side of the head and knocks him to the ground.
Laughter echoes throughout the halls, and instantly dropping my bag to the ground, I hold out my hand and offer to help Grant to his feet. He waves me off, appearing to be in a bit of a daze but still determined to hold on to whatever shred of dignity he has left by making an attempt to stand on his own.
Anger courses through my body with blinding fury, clouding my vision red, and I look over to that asshole Logan laughing like the whole thing is just one big fucking joke.
Without hesitation, I storm over, and Logan’s laughter tapers as I approach. Stopping right in front of him, I stare him down, wishing to God I had the power to melt the fucker’s face off with my eyes.
“Well, isn’t that sweet?” he remarks snidely. “Come to seek retribution for your lover boy, Nerd?”
“Does it make you feel like a tough guy? Picking on someone half the size of you?” I snarl, and that smug grin of his instantly drops. “How about we see how tough you really are, you pathetic son of a bitch.”
His nostrils flare, and he steps forward, getting right in my face. “Are you challenging me?”
“No,” I snarl through my teeth. “I’m fucking threatening you. This shit stops as of now. Either you leave Grant the hell alone, or you will answer to me.”
I’ve officially had enough. At Grant’s insistence, I did not get involved when he was at the receiving end of Logan’s taunts and pranks. But physically hurting him is where I draw the line. I’m not letting this fucking slide.
Logan’s jaw tics in rage. “Nobody,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “And I mean nobody fucking threatens me.”
“Is there a problem here?” a voice booms and we both reluctantly break eye contact to look at Mr. Cross, who appears in front of us with his arms folded across his chest.
“No problem at all, Mr. Cross.” Logan slaps his hand on my shoulder and gives it a firm squeeze, feigning a friendly gesture. “Me and my boy Mason here were just having a little chat. Weren’t we?”
He looks at me with raised brows, and I nod my head, subtly shaking his hand off my shoulder.
“Well, how about you save the chitchat for after class?” he addresses us sternly. “You’re already running three minutes late. Now unless you both want to make up for it in lunchtime detention, I suggest you get moving.”
We both nod, and he storms off.
“I will be seeing you later,” Logan bristles, then turns around and stalks off.
* * *
Makingmy way down to the basement, I adjust my cock in my pants for the fourth time since leaving my bedroom, frustrated that the fucker just won’t calm down. Ava is currently in the backyard teaching Ali how to do a backflip and being the creeper I am, I just spent the last twenty minutes spying on her from my bedroom window.
Watching her luscious body—dressed in tight black yoga pants and a blue tank top—demonstrating its flexibility and everything else it’s capable of, was not only sexy as hell but made my dick so incredibly hard, I thought the poor bastard was going to explode.
I figured slipping under the covers of my bed and having a quick tug would sort everything out, but this damn insatiable appendage of mine was ready to go again minutes after I spilled over my stomach.
So here I am. In my home gym down in the basement, hoping like hell a vigorous training session will somehow calm my raging erection before Ava comes and finds me.
Half of the basement has been converted into my home gym, while the other half is extra storage for my mother’s endless supply of crap. Weight benches and a treadmill line the back wall, and a padded mat sits in the center of the room beneath a punching bag that hangs from the ceiling.
My phone beeps in my pocket, and I pull it out to see I have a message from Lily. Choosing to ignore it, for now, I connect my phone to the Bluetooth speaker and crank ‘Wicked Garden’ by Stone Temple Pilots, then get started with my workout routine.
Once I’ve finished weights and cardio, I tape up my knuckles and start a round of sparring with the punching bag. Just like boxing, Krav Maga is a physically demanding sport that requires a lot of strength and stamina, so I keep myself in shape by working out nearly every day.
After about fifteen minutes, I finally get in the zone and focus on nothing else other than my technique and breathing.
“Are you pretending that’s Logan?” A voice jolts me from my trance, and I spin around to find Ava sitting on the basement steps.
“Hey.” I walk over to the dock and turn the volume down, then grab a towel and wipe the sweat off my face.
“I heard you had a talk with Logan today,” she says, pushing off the steps and walking toward me.
“News travels fast.”
