Summer reached out for a hug, bracing herself for what appeared to be a flying tackle sort of hug (the sort only she ever got from him) when he stopped. “No? I’m fine. I mean, it’s astronomy, it’s not exactly easy, but — ” She blinked up at him, slipped an arm around his waist and added, “Did Derek keep you?”
Before he could answer, or kiss her, or anything, a hurtfully familiar voice came from her. “Robbing the cradle to get your fucks, witch? Or did you figure out I warned off everybody on campus?” The speaker was tall, even taller and narrower than Isaac, with wild curly black hair and several facial piercings in his olive skin.
Summer froze, her whole body tensing up. “That’s what happened,” she muttered.
Eyeing her suspiciously then, his eyes curiously scanned her face and appearing to be relatively satisfied with her answer, Isaac nodded and curled in against her torso. Smiling as she looped an arm around the jut of his hip, he shook his head and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “No, I just slept in – silly, huh?”
He was about to move in for a proper kiss when a voice called out to distract him, his eyes flashing golden as a low growl sounded out from his slightly parted lips. “Just say the word and I’ll rip him to pieces…”
“Isaac, no.” She clutched him tightly. “Just … just ignore him.”
Coincidental with her admonishment, the other person snarled, “I’m talking to you, slut. You think you’re too good to talk to me now?”
“Jesse, please don’t,” Summer pled, pulling away from Isaac a little. “I’m leaving you alone, isn’t that what you wanted?”
“I’m not going to let you fuck over other guys the way you did me,” Jesse jeered.
On the verge of tears, she protested, “I didn’t do anything!”