“I’m talking to you!” Canning whirled him around by the shoulder, and Jayden frowned at him. For the first time, it occurred to him why Darren and Canning squaring off was tense: they were the same height
Which meant Canning was the same height as Jayden too. And he hadn’t been, last time Jayden had really let himself notice, back when this had all started, when Canning had guessed he was gay. Canning had been big then.
Or Jayden had just been small.
“Leave me alone,” he snapped and shoved back.
Canning let go in pure surprise, and then a scowl morphed those ratty features. “Don’t you fucking touch me, queer,” he sneered. “Why the ugly face? Your boyfriend finally learn how to fuck a girl and dumped you?”
The dark, hot wash of anger in Jayden’s stomach was unfamiliar, and he clenched his fists. His heart was speeding up. There was a warm rush in his veins, like blood was running on the outside of his skin, and every muscle was bunching.