Page 13 of College Hockey Bully

My heart pounds painfully in my chest as I try to ease past Noah, but he shifts and blocks my way. “Well, I drank half a liter about an hour ago. I could try pissing onher,” he replies, stepping closer to me. “Ever experienced a golden shower, Judas?”

“Get out of my way.”

“Make me,” he growls into my face.

I back up, then try to move past him again. He pushes me hard. My butt hits the floor as I fall from his forceful effort. Biting down on my lower lip, I stand, just as Michael grabs the trash bag and empties it. I watch in horror as boxes of half-eaten food scatter all over the tiles.

“Now, pick them up,” Noah orders.

Anger dances in my belly. I temper it down with a deep breath, then reach for the bag. Noah swings his hand away, grinning eerily. “Nope.”

“Where am I going to put them—” I bite my tongue from saying, ‘You asshole.’ Riling him up might not be the best decision.

His smirk deepens as he crumples the bag between his meaty hands and jerks his chin at me. “That ugly-ass shirt is just as huge; use it.”

Deciding to head down to the utility closet for another bag, I try to ease past them. Again, Noah pushes me back. “Use your shirt.”

The seriousness in his eyes makes me realize he’s not simply messing with me. A flutter of panic sends my heart rate on an incline. “I don’t want any trouble. Just let me do my job.”

“Too fucking late. You should’ve thought of that before throwing us under the bus, don’t you think?” Noah snaps. Hetugs violently on the front of my shirt. “Take this fucking thing off.”

A sudden whimper flies from my mouth and his dark eyes sparkle with satisfaction. “Ah, someone’s afraid of getting exposed. I wonder why.”

“Maybe she’s wearing nothing under that shirt,” Michael suggests.

“Only one way to find out.” Noah grabs at me again.

I swat his hand away. “Let me go!”

My resistance incenses him. Noah starts yanking at my shirt even more forcefully, almost like he’s ready to pull it off me. Michael stands there, laughing and taunting me. I see where this is going, and I’d rather die than have them humiliate me any further. It’s bad enough that I’m only wearing an old bra underneath this shirt.

I scream as Noah lifts the hem, yanking upward.

“What the fuck are you doing?” someone suddenly yells from behind them. “Let her go!”

Disgruntled, Noah releases me. “You’re a lucky girl,” he hisses at me. He pivots to the tall blond guy now bearing down on us, looking extremely pissed.

“This wasn’t sanctioned, and you know it,” the newcomer snaps sternly.

“Oh come on, Cammy boy,” Noah drawls. “We’re only having some fun.”

“Didn’t look like fun to me,” he replies, sliding a glance in my direction. “Seemed like sexual assault.”

“Get that stick out your ass, Cameron. We’re not doing anything this bitch doesn’t deserve,” Michael snaps.

Cameron leans his head toward the door. “Get the fuck out of here before I tell Aiden what you’ve been up to.”

Noah sneers. “Dude, if you’re trying to impress her, forget about it. There are attractive girls out there if you’re looking to score.” He sends a dirty look in my direction. “This one is not it. I bet she looks even worse under those baggy clothes.”

Cameron stares at him deadpan. “Beat it, Noah.”

Noah scoffs, glaring up at him. “Enjoy the perks that come with being Aiden’s best friend. The second he’s done with you; I’m having your ass for dinner.”

“That will never happen, but guess what? You don’t need to wait. Just name the time and place,dick,” Cameron replies, his tone low and dangerous.

Noah scoffs again, then looks at me. “See you around, traitor.”

I exhale a deep sigh of relief as he walks out, Michael hot on his heels. With my foot, I kick the scattered trash into a pile.

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