Hunter age twenty
Isabel age nineteen
“You fucking touch her again, you fucking look in her direction again, I’ll fuck your sister after I fuck your girlfriend,” I warn. I shove him against the wall of red bricks. “You understand?”
“Yeah,” he answers, spitting out a mouth full of blood. “Fuck, Hunter. Is her pussy that good?”
My hand clutches his throat and I squeeze until his face turns pale and his eyes bug out of his skull that I will soon crack. “You won’t get to find out.”
I’ve been fighting asshole after asshole the whole year since college began. They all seem to flock to Isabel. I’ve been so fucking busy with them that I haven’t had time to just look at her.
I let the fucker go and go inside the library where Isabel is studying late by herself.
She has several textbooks spread in front of her and her face embedded in her notes. She doesn’t even know I’m here. But I’ve always been here, watching her, taking care of her.
I settle into a chair and stare at the only girl I’ve ever loved.