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As I’m just about to call Avery, luck is on my side when I see my girl. Her face is flushed but she seems happy. My heart does a little jig, and then I seehim. I note the blood smearing his nose. Someone’s already popped him. My blood pumps as unfiltered hatred storms my chest. I blast into the room, not giving a shit about the professor. Mud brown eyes widen the second he clocks me, understanding making him back up out of his chair, practically falling over others. "Not so sure of yourself now?" I leer, my tone dangerously low.
"I didn't mean for it to happen..."
I snort. "If you're going to be a dick, I suggest you grow the balls to go alongside it."
"Mr Whitlock!"
I ignore the professor, that dude isn’t on my radar, and Coach will deal with the fallout.
"Mia's already shown him what she thinks..." Someone I don't bother looking at informs me.
A balloon inflates in my chest as I grin. "That's my girl."
“Excuseme!” Mia snaps as she surges out of her chair.
I wink at her. You keep telling yourself that you aren’t melting for me a little, sweetheart.
"Come on then!" Harry steps closer to me.
"Austin." I look back at her, the summer grass pleading with me not to fight. Is she trying to save me from the trouble that will come from this?
It’s sweet, but I shake my head. "I'm not done." I have a world of hurt sitting like a brick on my ribcage.
She steps around me, putting her body between us. I love how much smaller she is when standing next to me. I want to cop a feel, but it won’t help the situation. "Don't," she commands. It's ever so slightly ruined by her nibbling her lip.
Well.
Shiiiit.
I try to ignore the stirring of my dick. "He needs to know the consequences of his actions," I mumble, staring down at her, my eyes dipping to her lips for a second longer.
“Who died and made you God?" Harry spits.
Mia turns and slams her hands into his chest. He stumbles back, and a rumble of approval vibrates through my chest. “You’re a fucking dick, Harry. I don’t know why we were ever friends!”
"Miss Hark!"
"Sorry, Professor, but he's not exactly helping the situation after everything he's done."
"That may be, but there'll be no fighting in here."
"Outside then," I gruff and nod at the door, encouraging Harry to follow me.
"I'm sure Coach will want to know about this incident."
I shake my head like that lame threat is going to work. "He already knows most of it." He won't approve of this, but asking for forgiveness after the fact is easier than seeking permission. My focus remains on Mia. "What do you want me to do, M.I.A.?"
She shrugs. "As much as he deserves it, he's not worth it."
"I beg to differ. We can take this outside!" Harry, finding his balls, edges closer to me.
Mia's body snaps back around at Harry, breaking my contact with her. It’s rare she leans into me, so he will pay for that as well. "Seriously?" She steps closer to him. "I would be more afraid of what I would do to you at this moment, Harry."
I smirk, snaking my arm around her waist, lifting her, and placing her by side. She’s as light as a feather and it gives me flashes of the many ways that I could fuck her. Her body fits against mine like a glove, and I intend to keep her. "You're so lucky, my man. She's just saved you a world of hurt, listen carefully, if I hear her name on your podcast again or even around campus, you're a dead man." I don’t want to stop but if she requests it, then I’ll respect her wishes.
For now.
"Mr Whitlock!"
