“No, you have to stop fucking around behind my back.”
“Kye is—”
“Kye is trash.”
“You are the trash.”
“You’ve been going behind my back to fuck him and now you’re not calling me back? You’re back in the dorm, and we are supposed to be together again.”
“You didn’t honestly think that would happen, did you?”
I pulled against his grip, trying to break free. One of his hands held my arm while his large body pressed my other shoulder into the door, his arm pinned between us and holding my face. I knew someone had to have peeked out into the hallway by now, and it pissed me off even further that they weren’t stepping out to help. Kye should be here, but the door to the building would slow him down.
“Kye is right behind me. He’s going to see this.”
“I don’t care.”
The sound of glass shattering echoed around us, and I cried out as Dean tightened his hand on my face again. I knew it was Kye, and the idea that he just broke the door instead of waiting for someone to open it calmed me more.
It would be seconds before he was here.
Panic rose faster as Dean yelled something in my face. He stepped back, his hands moving down until he was squeezing my arms.
“Dean, let me go!” I yelled.
“No!” he screamed and slapped me, the force making my head turn and stinging pain radiate through my skull.
I opened my eyes, looking down the hall as Dean gripped my face harder.
“Kye,” I breathed in relief, but the relief changed to fear as I saw Kye’s face.
He had watched what had just happened.
Dean’s head snapped to him, loosening his grip on me immediately.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Dean asked.
“Get your hands off of her,” Kye said, the quiet tone not matching the deadly look to him. I had come to know so many sides of Kye, even the reckless ones, but this wasn’t any of them I was familiar with. He didn’t even look at me, his eyes not straying from Dean.
“Dean, you better fucking run, and you better be faster than me,” Kye said, his words so calm and even that I shuddered. “You better run faster, drive faster, and disappear faster because I’m going to kill you.”
“This is none of your fucking business, we—”
“There is no we for you and her now.” Kye started walking forward. Each step looked calm, but I could see they were anything but that. He was coiled up, ready to strike the moment he got close enough, and I wasn’t going to doubt that he was about to kill Dean or at least try.
Dean took a step back, letting me go before he turned and ran.
It didn’t matter, though.
I could see on Kye’s face that it didn’t matter how fast Dean was.
Kye was going to be faster.
TWENTY-EIGHTDAISY
My heart raced as I watched them disappear out the back door to the dorms. Dean knew the place well, but it would take them longer to get to the parking lot that way.
Since the entire college wasn’t that big, Dean’s car would be parked relatively close to Kye’s, so I took off, running the same way I came in.
I reached the broken glass of the door and saw my phone in the mess. My hand sliced on the glass as I picked it up and searched for any of the crew’s numbers. I finally hit Ash’s, connecting the call as fast as I could while I ran towards the parking lot.
“Hello?”
“Is Kye at his car?”
“No?” she said. “He told us to wait a second because he was checking on you.”
“Well, now he is out here running after my ex-boyfriend, who was just attacking me, and I’m pretty sure Kye is either about to kill him or already killing him.”
The line was silent before I heard slamming car doors and Ash yelling to the others what I said.
I was still running towards them, hoping he would be at his car before seriously hurting Dean.
I made it to Fox’s car first, panting as they circled around me.
“Where is he?” Fox asked, but I only shook my head.
Before I could say anything, the sound of Kye’s engine filled the air. Dean’s tires squealed as he peeled out, his car so quiet I didn’t hear his turn on first. Kye wasn’t far behind, though, and I stood frozen, watching them go.
