“I’m failing, Blake. And it’s all your fault.”
“How the hell is it my fault?” I snarl. “If you’d just take the damn time to actually listen and learn, I’m sure you’d do just fine.”
“You refused to help me. And now I’m going to fucking fail,” he snarls.
“Help you? Don't you mean do all the work for you? You know I’m not the only tutor around here, right? I’m sure there’s someone else you can wave your money around and buy off, or is threatening your way to go?”
“You sure do have a lot to say for someone who has a lot on the line.”
“What are you talking about?”
Mickey reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He does something on it, then I hear it. Moaning and grunting. My voice whimpering out Cooper’s name.
Horror fills me as dread sinks in my stomach. “What the fuck?” I gasp out. “You videotaped us having sex?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t let your boyfriend fuck you where people can see,” he sneers. “It’s like you were asking for it. You risked it, and I’m reaping the benefits.”
“Delete it.” I try to grab for his phone, but Mickey shoves me in the chest. My back hits the wall hard, making me gasp for air.
Pain splinters through me and I grasp at my chest, panic rising.
“Here’s how this is going to go.” He grabs me by the shirt, fisting it in his hand. “You’re going to do the rest of my fucking classwork for the semester and get my grades back up enough to graduate. My father said he’s cutting me off if I fail one more class, and I can’t have that. If you refuse, not only will I kick your ass so much fucking worse then I ever have in the past, but I’ll send this video to everyone in school, and post it online. I’ll ruin both you and your stupid boyfriend's reputations. Good luck finding a job with your sex tape on the internet. That shit stays for life.” He chuckles. “So, what’s it going to be, faggot? Fight me on this, or roll over in defeat like the good little mutt you are?”
Chapter 21
Cooper
“If I scrub myself any harder, I’m going to start bleeding,” I groan, walking out of the shower, towel wrapped around my waist.
“You ate grass.” Danny, one of my teammates, chuckles. “Epic save though.”
“Thanks.” I grin. “Too bad it wasn’t for a game, huh?”
“Hey, just bring that level of energy next time and we’ll kill it. Like we always do.”
“Hell yeah we will.”
Opening my locker, I grab my change of clothes and quickly get ready. I already left Blake waiting for far longer than I wanted. If we get going now, we should have enough time to grab coffee and something to eat. Even if we have to eat it while we walk.
“See you later.” I wave to the team and head out. Texting Blake, I check to see if he’s still waiting where he told me he was going to. I feel bad for keeping him for so long.
Rounding the corner, I hear a voice that has my hackles rising. Head snapping up, my brows furrow as I listen.
“Here’s how this is going to go.” The sound of Mickey’s voice fills me with dread. “You’re going to do the rest of my fucking classwork for the semester and get my grades back up enough to graduate. My father said he’s cutting me off if I fail one more class, and I can’t have that. If you refuse, not only will I kick your ass so much fucking worse then I ever have in the past, but I’ll send this video to everyone in school, and post it online. I’ll ruin both you and your stupid boyfriend's reputations. Good luck finding a job with your sex tape on the internet. That shit staysfor life.” He chuckles cruelly. “So, what’s it going to be, faggot? Fight me on this, or roll over in defeat like the good little mutt you are?”
Pure unfiltered fury hits me, a straight shot to the veins.
Fuck! Fuck. Fuck. I swear to god if he lays a fucking hand on my boyfriend, I’m going to kill him!
My feet move as I run in their direction. Rounding the corner, I find Mickey with his hand fisted in Blake’s shirt.
“Hey!” I shout, getting his attention. “Get your fucking hands off him!” I roar, wasting no time as I charge at him.
“Look who we have here.” He chuckles, removing his slimy paws from Blake. “Just in–” He doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence. I tackle him to the ground, both of us going down hard.
He lets out a pained grunt and I take the momentary distraction, not allowing him to have the upper hand. My fist starts flying, the sound of skin hitting skin. I don’t process the pain, I'm too furious.
“How fucking dare you touch him!” I roar in anger, hitting him square in the jaw. “I told you to leave him alone.” Another hit to the face. “Your days of hurting Blake are over, do you hear me!” I scream in his face, grabbing him by the shirt the same way he just did to Blake. He groans, blood dripping from his mouth and nose.
