My eyes widen at the phrase. “What did you just call me?”
My question gets ignored as Spencer gasps for air. “Dude,” he says with terror behind his eyes, clearly knowing just how dangerous Noah can be, and trust me, his bad side is not somewhere you want to find yourself. “Back the fuck up. What’s your problem?”
“My problem is that dickheads like you shouldn’t be allowed to touch fucking angels.”
Fuck, I want to hate him so bad, but ‘angels’? How could I when everything he does makes my heart beat faster?
I break my way through the students gathered around, trying to watch their King take down the school jock. This shit needs to stop here. I will not go down for this, and more so, I don’t want Noah going down for it either. “Noah,” I yell, trying to break through his rage. I grab onto his steel arm and try to pull Spencer free before he does any damage, but it’s like trying to raise the dead – damn impossible. “Let him go.”
Noah’s eyes cut to me for a brief second before he lets up on Spencer’s throat, but that doesn’t stop him from keeping the guy pinned to the lockers and shaking me off. “What’s your fucking problem?” Spencer questions again, though this time it’s a low tone, used only for our ears, hoping he can dissolve the situation with a little one on one, but maybe he forgets who he’s dealing with.
Noah steps into him. “Don’t fucking touch her. She’s not interested.”
Spencer grins wide. “And you think she’s interested in you? It wasn’t you that she was grinding her ass into on Friday night. It wasn’t your lips all over her.”
The rage pouring out of Noah is enough to even scare me and if Spencer keeps running his mouth, it’ll end up wired shut for six to eight weeks with a broken jaw. “Tell me,” Noah grins, wickedly, looking more and more terrifying by the second, “when you were all over her, did she scream your name or was she thinking of someone else? Was it you who took her home? Were you the one in bed with her all night? I don’t fucking think so.”
My cheeks flame at the way he describes our Friday night. He technically hasn’t lied, but the way he’s describing it makes it’s sound like a lot more went down then what actually happened. I mean, the only thing that went down was my dignity.
Spencer’s eyes flick between us before he calls him on his crap. “Bullshit,” he says. “I fucking know you, man, and if the rumors are true, you wouldn’t be fucking Henley, not when you’re with Monica.”
Noah’s jaw clenches as he raises his chin, challenging Spencer. “What fucking rumors?”
I watch the boys and it’s almost as though Noah just dared the guy to say it, even though we all know exactly what rumor he’s talking about.
Spencer grins. “You knocked her up, didn’t you?” he says. “And about fucking time. I was getting sick of her always hanging off my dick.”
Oh, no. Despite the fact that Noah can hardly stand the skank, he’s still possessive over what’s his.
I pull on his arm again. “Noah,” I warn.
Crack.
Noah’s fist slams across Spencer’s face, shooting towards him at the speed of light. He goes down like a sack of shit as every girl in the hallway screams and starts to run, more than aware of the dangers of being around Noah Cage when he’s about to get down to business.
Noah won’t leave now until the job is done. Until Spencer gets the fucking point that I’m not to be touched and remembers who’s the fucking King around here.
Noah goes for Spencer again and I dive in behind him, trying to get him off the guy, but it’s damn near impossible. His fists sail into Spencer over and over again as people stand around watching with their phones out; watching their king in action.
“Noah,” I scream, wishing Rivers was here to peel him off Spencer, knowing damn well that Noah has the ability to cause serious damage, hell, lethal damage if he’s not careful. None of the guys around here would have the balls to get involved to try and pull him off Spencer, so right now, I’m all alone. I’m all he’s got. His only protection.
I go for him again just as Noah rears back, not realizing just how damn close I am and within the blink of an eye, his elbow clocks me in the face, sending me hurtling back into the crowd of students before collapsing to the ground.
“Fuck,” I cry, falling back with my hand pressed against my aching cheekbone as tears instantly spring to my eyes.
Noah spins around with wide, frantic eyes, looking like some kind of wild animal that’s been caged for way too long as he completely forgets about Spencer laying motionless on the ground behind him.