Kenny’s POV
“You fuckin’ my girl?”
“What?”
I was still half-dressed in my gym clothes, head stuck in my shirt when David had cornered me. I could hear the whining groan of the heavy locker room door closing with that trick his boys did when they didn’t want a teacher walking in.
Not that Coach Pat would have come to my aid, he hated my guts ever since Jojo kicked his ass in free-transform running. I think us all laughin’ at him was a perfectly natural reaction to the overbearing Alpha finally gettin’ his dues, but apparently, that was harassment (and was also the reason why Jojo had dropped out our final year as well).
I finished shrugging out of my top, palming curls back out of my eyes so I could see what the lug had in store for me.