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She jolted to a stop, a look of alarm forced her eyebrows up and her lips down.
They were saying something, but I couldn’t hear. She tried to move her hands, but he wouldn’t let her go. The guy lowered his face until he was whispering in her ear, then laughing at her as she pulled her face away and blushed.
There was a fire in my chest, burning my lungs to ash, as I shoved my bike down and began walking forward.
My eyes focused on the distance between me and Callie, and how tears began to trail down her cheeks.
I was in front of them within seconds. I guess I had started running at some point.
Then my fist flew.
The fire came out, and all I could see was red.He had made her cry.
He made her blush.He touched her.
I swung again and again. My fist hurt, but I couldn’t process it.
“Wes!” I heard Callie yelling, but I couldn’t stop.
I’d never been in a fight before, didn’t even know how to throw a punch, but all I knew was that he needed to remember this moment. He needed to rememberme, and never go near her again. I felt my knuckles slam into his jaw, heard him cry and beg me to stop.
I couldn’t. I knew there was a crowd of kids around us, and one of them tried to push me. Callie was screaming my name now, her voice sounding hoarse.
I still couldn’t stop. Not until someone much bigger than me was pulling me away.
“Come here, little man…you’re going to break your hand. This little asswipe isn’t worth it.”
I blinked and saw chrome, leather, and Callie.
She was following us, pushing her bike as I was being guided back to mine.
“Callie, this a friend of yours?” the man asked, and that’s when I looked behind me at the kid I’d hit. He was sitting up on his elbow, staring at me, his nose busted and his eye swollen shut. Teachers were starting to huddle around him, their eyes landing on us as the kid pointed.
Crap.
“He’s my friend,” Callie said softly, and it put my focus back on the person leading me to my bike.
The guy grunted and then laughed. “He’s got heart. I’m going to mention him to your pops, see if he can be the new detail.”
“Don’t say anything about this to my dad!” Callie snapped angrily.
The guy laughing at us was just a few years older than us…he looked like a high schooler. He had a leather vest with a skull and roses blooming out of the eye sockets on the back, and a motorcycle just like the other guys from the club.
He mussed Callie’s hair then let out a sigh.
“Calm down, Little Fox. You’re gettin’ all red in the face. Take your friend to get some ice. His knuckles are going to swell up tomorrow. Clean him up so his parents don’t get pissed.”
Callie’s hazel eyes finally shifted to me, and the air seemed to get caught inside my lungs.
“I’ll take him.” She paused as the guy nodded and then straddled his bike. “Thank you, Killian.”
He smirked at her then winked at me and started his bike. I watched as Killian twisted the handle, forcing the engine to rev louder and louder, then he pushed the kickstand up and darted off down the road, kicking up dirt as he went.
Once he was gone, I picked up my bike and waited for Callie to lead the way. I had no idea where she was going to take me, but I liked the idea of icing my hand. It throbbed, and I really didn’t want to show that it hurt in front of Callie.
She walked next to me, calm and quiet.
My thoughts were all mixed up, swirling and spinning in places they had no business going.
