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 ...