Fallen Crest Public(72)

He swept me up. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he turned so his back was against the wall. Sliding down to sit on the ground, he started stroking my hair back and rubbing my back at the same time. I clung to him. A minute earlier I’d been ready to tear someone apart, and now I was trying to hold the tears at bay.
“Are you going to tell me what that was all about?”
I murmured against his shoulder, “Besides Kate being a bitch?”
“Yeah,” he laughed. His hand kept rubbing up and down my back in long sweeps. He slowed them down as he continued.
“You mean she didn’t deserve that?”
“Sam.”
I still had some fight left in me. Grinning at that thought, I pulled away enough so I could meet his gaze. “I’m kidding.”
“Hey, man.”
“Yo.”
“Oh, whoa …”
Three guys came around the corner. They were dressed in black clothing that drowned them. They looked like skinny freshmen. All three braked when they spotted us.
Mason barked out, “Leave.”
Two scattered. One lingered.
He added, “Now.”
The last one took off after his friends.
“Hey.”
We glanced the other way. Logan was standing outside the door. Heather popped her head past him and started to step out. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back in. When she started to push through again, he reached for the door. His arm was a barrier now.
She glared at him, but moved so she could see me better. She gave me a gentle smile. “You okay?”
I nodded. “How’s it inside?”
“Okay. No.” Logan stepped all the way and pushed the door closed.
“Hey,” Heather protested. “Come on. I’m her friend. Let me talk to her.”
“Give us a minute.” It wasn’t a request, and he shut the door in her face. When it started to open again, he leaned against it. “Give us a minute, Jax.”
She huffed from inside, her voice muffled, “Fine. One minute, Kade.”
He rolled his eyes and said to us, “I’m shaking in my boots here.”
I frowned. Mason stood and lowered me to the ground. That was a prime opportunity for one of Logan’s smart-ass comments. I asked, “Did it look bad in there?”
“It didn’t look like you were holding hands and hugging,” he griped at me. His tone was biting. “No, Sam. It didn’t look good.”
“Relax, Logan.”
“There’s blood all over the table—” he bit off his statement, clenching his jaw at the same time. “Is she okay? Are you okay, Sam?”
I started to respond, but Mason answered first. His hand tightened on my back and he held me against him, speaking over my head, “She’s fine. She took one hit, but she’s strong.”
Logan cursed under his breath before he replied, “She shouldn’t get in trouble. We don’t have to worry about them calling Analise in for her.”
“What’d you do?”
“They already said something, so I told Principal Green that Kate and Jasmine fought each other. Since they didn’t want to get in trouble, of course they’re going to blame an easy target. Everyone knows how much they hate Sam anyways.”
I asked, “Are people going to back that up? All he has to do is ask a freshman or something.”
“He won’t.” Logan’s gaze lingered with Mason’s. The two seemed to share an unspoken conversation before he added, “Anyone who rats us out will get hurt. They won’t.”
“I don’t care if I get in trouble.” But my stomach was protesting again. They were right. Analise would be called. I’d be forced to move back in. “If someone says anything, I’ll tell them about everything Kate’s been doing to me: the threats, the text messages, stealing my clothes.”