I turn to Noah. “Put out the trash.”
A devilish grin lifts the corner of his lips and he’s more than happy to comply. Noah takes one step and with an incredible show of strength, launches Jack a few feet across the room until he crashes down into the nearly overflowing trash can.
The cafeteria bursts into a flurry of activity. Kids from every corner start howling with laughter, some scramble away from Jack as to not get covered in shit, others pull out their phones and record his downfall, while the smarter kids turn back around and mind their own business, clearly seeing the show is over.
But that’s where they’re wrong.
A member of our pack has been wronged and we don’t let that shit slide.
Haven Falls Private is about to get a glimpse of their most feared pack in action.
As one, the four of us turn to face the football team. The fact that Tully was over there just a minute ago skanking around is completely forgotten. We all know where her loyalty is and it’s right here, exactly where it belongs.
The whole group of football players sees the threat within the blink of an eye. We start walking forward. Some start backing away while confusion mars the faces of others. Only one is laced with fear and not a second later, he launches to his feet and races for the door.
He doesn’t get far.
The whole fucking school has our back. We don’t even need to break out into a jog. We take our fucking time knowing our school will deliver him to our feet. This is our show. Our stage. Our fucking fight.
We pull on our game faces. Each and every one of us looking hard as rock despite the fact that I know Tully is bursting at the seams, desperate to fist pump the sky because she’ll get to knock some heads together.
Sensing this could turn into something more, our pack instinctively falls into formation; girls on the outside while Noah and Rivers take the middle, prepared and ready for any kind of brawl. After all, we’re not ones to back down from a fight, no matter what kind of numbers are against us. Right now, we’re facing down the whole football team and without a doubt in my mind, I know we’ll win.
The guys near the door of the cafeteria get hold of Spencer and practically offer him up like a tasty little snack.
We stride forward. Purposeful and unbreakable.
We’re fucking Untouchable.
I look straight ahead, past where Spencer is being deposited at our feet to the football team who all stand back. I fight a smirk. They’re throwing Spencer to the wolves and claiming innocence. Our loyalty knows no bounds, whereas theirs is capped right before an ass whooping.
Spencer has never been more alone than in this moment and the second his eyes lock on Noah’s, it’s game fucking over.
Noah makes his move and let’s hope for everyone’s sake that Spencer learns his lesson this time.
Nobody fucks with our pack and gets away with it.
Chapter 8
“Miss Bronx,” Mr. Carver says as the end of class bell sounds throughout the room. “Stay seated, please.”
My eyes snap up to him at the front of the classroom. “What?” I whine as Tully looks across at me with drawn eyebrows. As a general rule, I only get asked to stay back when I’ve fucked up in some sort of way. And God’s honest truth, I’ve been on my best behavior, especially after having Principal Evans’ scream at the four of us the other day for our little performance in the cafeteria.
Noah received a two day suspension and I’m sure it would have been more if Evans was able to actually prove he did it. I mean, he had bleeding knuckles and everything, but not a damn person ratted him out. Not even Spencer.
Mr. Carver ignores my whines as he patiently waits for the classroom to clear out. “Guess I’ll see you in a bit,” Tully murmurs as she packs up her things and pushes up from her desk. “Just…whatever you do, don’t admit to anything.”
“I’ve got nothing to admit to. I haven’t done anything.”
“Henley,” she sighs. “I highly doubt that. Now,” she adds, walking around the front of my desk and hugging her books to her chest. “Deny, deny, deny. And if in doubt, bat your lashes a little. He’ll get confused and won’t remember why he wants to hand your ass to you, and then you discreetly slip out.”
I salute her. “Thanks, Captain. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Tully winks and gives me a wide grin. “That’s my good little sea monster,” she laughs before turning and striding out the door, leaving me surprised she didn’t attempt to ruffle my hair.
The students pour out of the classroom and I turn my attention back to Mr. Carver as he plucks a few pieces of paper off his desk and pushes back out of his chair. He strides towards me and I pull on my game face in case this shit is about to go south.