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“Well, well, well. Looks like the little loser found herself a friend.” Danica smirks like she just got a new toy to play with.
My eyebrows knit together in confusion, unsure which of us she is talking to. Used to having insults thrown at me, the need to defend my new friend from it is almost overwhelming. Pasting a smile on my face, I draw Danica’s attention to me and away from Kassidy.
“Is there something you need, Danica?”
With one hand on her hip and a finger pointed in my direction, she whisper-yells at me. Punctuating her words with a jab of said finger.
“Yes, you can return to whatever hole you came out of. You also need to stay away from Gareth, Callum, Ashton, and Rodney.”
At first, my spine stiffens, thinking she has somehow managed to figure out who I really am. However, the longer she speaks, it occurs to me that she is nothing more than a gold-digging bitch.
Huffing out a soft laugh at this situation before speaking. “Being how they approached me, how do you expect me to do that?” Trying to shut this girl up, my irritation shows. “I want nothing to do with any of them. They are all yours. If you can get any of them to listen to you, good luck.”
Kassidy’s eyebrows are in her hairline, shocked at me speaking back to Danica. Dismissing her and moving my attention back to my work, Danica movies close, taking advantage of my head being down.
Danica grabs a fist full of hair, yanking my head back. Wincing, since she picked the exact spot where my head hit the building last night, I quickly mask my features.
She brings her face closer to mine, making us nose to nose. As she speaks, spittle dots my face, and she shakes my head to punctuate her words.
“Listen, you little bitch, those boys are ours. You give all of us a wide berth, or you will come to regret it.”
What is with this girl and hair-pulling? Forming a witty response and trying to wipe the moisture off my face, a deep voice barks out loudly.
“Danica, let her go… NOW!”
Danica jumps in surprise, immediately releasing her hold of my head. Looking behind Kassidy, Gareth stands, arms crossed over his chest. Another guy is behind him, looking equally pissed. I assume this is Callum—since I met the other three earlier today.
“Gareth, you don’t understand.” Danica is in full recovery mode, trying to act as if she has done nothing wrong, even though the boys caught her in the act.
“Save it, Danica. I thought we made ourselves clear earlier. After seeing this, it’s obvious your bullshit story about Kennedy’s bloody nose is a lie,” Gareth growls out.
Confused as to why Gareth is defending me when just last night he warned me to leave campus, my eyes are glued to his face. These guys run hot and cold, giving a girl emotional whiplash.
Callum helps chase the girls away, each of them trying to do damage control. Meanwhile, Gareth approaches me, boxing me in. He places one hand on the table and one on the back of the chair. Swallowing hard as Gareth leans in to whisper in my ear, “I warned you, Duchess. You are ours now.”
Our faces are so close together; a slight tilt of the head and our lips would be touching. Suppressing a full-body shudder as Gareth stands up, my eyes never leave his. I already made the mistake of taking my eyes off one enemy tonight. It won’t happen twice.
Gareth wears a mask as if reading my mind. Looking past him, Callum appears relaxed at first glance, leaning against the bookshelves. The tick of his jaw gives him away.
Seeing Callum in the light, he is tall, the tallest of the four, easily. The sleeves of his T-shirt are stretched so far that if he flexes, the seams will split open, making him the most muscular of the group as well. Callum has dark, red-colored hair cut short and menacing green eyes. His nose is long and slender. He has a full, neatly trimmed beard and mustache rounding out his look. Callum seems like he could bench-press a truck. His lips quirk up on one side when he catches me staring, and my cheeks flush in embarrassment.
Both men check the main aisle before Callum disappears. Gareth speaks, shocking me back to the present.
“I put my number in your phone.” My eyes widen slightly as he continues. “If Danica and the Pussy Patrol give you any more problems, let me know.” He steps out of sight after that.
Picking up my phone, there is it, Gareth. He also sent himself a text, so he has my number as well. No doubt they will all have my number before the night is over. Kassidy’s voice cuts through my thoughts while trying to decipher if this is good or bad.
“What they fuck was that?” She whisper-yells.
I completely forgot she was here for a moment. “Not sure what you mean.” My comment is weak even to my ears. Kassidy opens and closes her mouth several times; her look screams that no one can be that dense.
“Not only do you have the attention of Danica and the mean girls’ squad, but also Gareth and his group. You said you have been here two days?”
She lets out a soft whistle while shaking her head.
“I have the world’s worst luck.”
Kassidy snorts in response as we both get back to work. Not long after our run-in with Danica, the announcement sounds that the library is closing for the night. We each return the books we are using and pack up our belongings. As we exit, we fall into an easy conversation.
