The last thing I see before turning away is Severen seizing her by thethroat and slamming her against the brick wall of the building.
That would be cause for concern if Octavia didn't instantly arch into him, if they weren’t currently poisoning each other with sexual tension. She glares up at him, except she also looks like she wants to maul him.
Severen can be an asshole, but neverthattype of asshole.
Shaking my head, I pull out my phone to text Rev to meet me at the cafeteria for lunch. I'm halfway through the message when I hear a male voice call her name.
My head instantly snaps toward said voice, only for my blood to boil when I see Bryan grabbing Reverie’s hand, spinning her around, and pulling her back into him.
Surprise flashes across her face while fury unleashes in my chest.
I charge toward them, grinding my molars to dust while Bryan flaps a jaw that’s two seconds away from being crushed beneath my fist.
There’s absolutely nothing the fucker should have to say to Reverie. They’re not even in the same classes—I fucking checked.
Reverie spots me over Bryan’s shoulder, and her expression drops into an ‘oh shit’ expression.
Oh shit is motherfucking right.
“You got two seconds to point your teeth in a different direction than my girl before I do it for you and send them backward,” I bark.
Bryan visibly stiffens a moment before he turns to see me and then instantly backs away, holding both hands up in surrender with a smart-ass grin on his face.
“Whoa, buddy. Easy there. I’m not making out with her this time, I swear. I'll wait for her to whisper that sweet little question in my ear, asking if she can kiss me again.”
Then, he winks at her, and I decide right then and there he no longer deserves to have the privilege of eyeballs.
My vision flickers, and I take one step before Reverie is throwing herself in my path, shoving at my shoulders with both hands.
“Dread, stop it,” she hisses.
It does nothing to deter me until she plants a hand against my chest and holds it there.
I only stop so I don’t mow her down. I also happen to like her hand there.
Then, she twists to point an angry finger at Bryan. “You, too. Don’t fucking antagonize him, Bryan.”
The fuck is she saying his name for?
Bryan grins.
Thefuckis he smiling for?
Reverie quickly faces me again, pushing at my chest to get my attention. I’m slow to drag my stare away from the fucker and meet her stern gaze. Her thin bangs are getting too long, and somewhere beneath the fury, I'm annoyed I can't see her copper eyes as well.
“He touched your hand,” I say quietly. “So I need you to move so I can break his.”
She blinks at me in bewilderment. “Can you not act like a fucking caveman who's pissed off because someone touched his wheel?”
I’ll have to dissect that analogy later.
For now, I return my attention to the dead man standing behind her, grinning like a fucking clown.
“There a reason you’re still here?” I clip.
“Just wanted to check if she was okay, my man. A reporter cornered her when she came out of class ten minutes ago, and I stepped in. She took off before I could finish telling the dickhead to leave her alone.”
I drop my gaze to Rev, finding her glaring at Bryan.
