Page 7 of Wreck Me

“And she won’t be meeting you in that locker room!” Caleb called after him.

Damien flipped him the bird, then continued on.

Well, that entire thing had been more than a little interesting from start to finish.

Stop it. Don’t get pulled in.

“Fucking shithead. Could at least change up his threats. Locker room bullshit.” Caleb eyed me. “Choking on his cock, right? That was what he threw at you?”

“Pretty much.”

“Not the best start to a new year.”

“Your strategy this time won’t work next time,” Sebastian spoke.

“What?”

He gestured at the hood. “Pinning him down like that. You were able to manage it from shock value more than anything else. He has a lot of raw power but he was too thrown off balance that somebody—and a little thing at that—actually challenged him, especially physically.”

Little did he know that it was much more than that.

But I wasn’t supposed to be that person anymore, so I had to let him think his reasoning stood.

“Noted.” I adjusted my bag on my shoulder. “Does he do that a lot? Threaten girls with the locker room thing?”

Caleb nodded. “Anyone who challenges him.”

“But nobody does,” Sebastian cut in. “It’s a rumor of a threat, it’s never played out.”

“He takes people to the locker room, but they’re on their knees with their mouths open without him having to say a word,” Caleb said.

Urgh.

“Well, as lovely as this whole thing has been, I need to get to class.”

As I brushed past them, Sebastian’s voice rang out.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

I stopped and turned back. “You’re waiting on a thank-you, is that it? You didn’t help me. I had him incapacitated. And you only intervened at the tail end because it was making a scene that your media reputations can’t accommodate. I don’t owe you.”

And the last thing I needed was that being put out there.

Caleb grinned. “She’s got some balls, no doubt.”

Sebastian merely glared. “If you owed us, you’d know about it. There’d be absolutely no confusion there.”

“Well, then. It’s a good thing I don’t.”

His hand came my way and I tensed, only to see that he was holding out a phone to me.

My phone that I’d dropped earlier.

I hastily took it from him and pocketed it.

But he still wasn’t done, telling me, “You don’t even appear to be shaken. Being confronted with the ire of Damien is not something most people can merely shrug off.”

Oh, right. Of course. Shit.

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