the shower. Everything is gone. They stole my uniform, my underwear, my sweaty sports clothes, even my shoes, and socks. My bag is gone with my phone so I can’t even call for backup. All I have is the towel around my body.
How could I be so stupid as to allow that to happen? Here I was, foolishly thinking that I’d earned their respect. Hell, Colton didn’t even mutter a word throughout the whole health class. He just kept pushing himself harder in order to keep the bar too high for me to handle.
With no other choice, I’m left to walk straight out of the staff bathroom into a school full of boys wearing nothing but a towel, leaving my pride and dignity behind. My eyes begin to water as I try to hold my head up high but the further I walk, the louder the laughter becomes.
By the time I reach my target, I have strange boys all around me, each of them desperately trying to get a peek, hoping to the Gods above that I accidentally drop my towel. Hands reach for me, my ass and breasts are groped more than any woman should ever have to endure, and wolf whistles are heard from one end of the school to the other.
My fingers latch onto the towel with everything I’ve got as I step up in front of Colton and his band of douchebags with practically the whole school here to watch. Colton stands with his back to me but there’s no doubt he hears the ruckus behind him, yet he refuses to turn around.
“Where are my fucking clothes?” I demand, forcing myself not to cry.
Colton slowly turns and as he takes me in, his brow raises in surprise and it hits me, this wasn’t him. Anger pulses through his hazel eyes and I wonder if this has something to do with Spencer’s comment this morning about me being Colton’s to fuck around with. If that’s true and Colton declared me his to fuck with, then someone has gone against their king. Right now, I couldn't give a shit. Right now, I just want my fucking clothes and to get the hell out of here.
I feel like a fucking rabbit among a thousand hungry foxes. There’s no way I’m going to get out of this alive.
Colton studies my body, letting his eyes lazily drag up and down, silently reminding me that he has all the power here. “I don’t know what you're talking about, but it sounds as though you need to take better care of your belongings.”
“I know you know who did it.”
“Of course I fucking know who did it,” he says, stepping forward and crossing into my personal space like he had last night. Though last night felt somewhat intimate, this just feels all kinds of wrong. His voice lowers, only for me to hear. “I told you, if it’s a war you wanted, then it’s a war you’ll get. You’re not already backing out, are you? What a shame. I thought you had a little more fight in you. I haven’t even had a chance to really humiliate you yet.”
“Look at me, Colton. I’m standing in the middle of a fucking all-boys school in nothing but a towel. There’s nothing you can do to me that’s going to make me crack. I’m seeing this through.”
I look over Colton's shoulder at Jude who’s watching through narrowed eyes. I know it was him, after this morning’s bullshit, it’s fucking clear as day. “Did you think I was going to fold into a ball and cry on the bathroom floor until someone came to find me? Fucking weak. You want to make me look like a little bitch for not being able to walk through those doors in nothing but a towel, but the only bitch I see around here is you. You failed,” I tell him. “Again. Who steals a woman’s clothes anyway? That’s so fucking lame. You’re playing with the big kids now, Jude. If you plan on making an impression, then I’d suggest you up your game.”
“Get out of my fucking way,” A demanding voice cuts through the crowd, making me glance over my shoulder to see the top of Milo’s head as he shoves and pushes his way through the gathered bodies. “Where the fuck is she?”
Milo breaks free of the crowd and almost falls when he reaches the center, but as he sees me standing here in nothing but a towel, his protective