“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!”
“I can’t…he’s a threat…” Isaac refuted lowly, angling his hand so that his fingertips brushed hers, checking that she remained close whilst his gaze remained fixated on the male before him. Each word that spilled from his lips only further increased Isaac’s rage, and it took every little bit of self-control that he possessed to try and not shift right there in the parking lot.
“Leave. Her. Alone,” he growled, slowly enunciating each word as if he were talking to a small child, gradually tightening his arms around Summer. “She told you to leave her alone — I’d listen to her if I were you.”
The other boy sneered, the emotion contorting his handsome face. “You didn’t tell him either, did you. You just put the same spell on him that you did on me, cause it’s the only way you can get laid.” He reached out and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her out of Isaac’s hold.
“I never slept with you,” she cried. “I never did anything wrong!”
“Yeah, that’s because I figured it out before you could!” His hand was cruelly tight around her wrist. “That what you did to him, why he’s so devoted to you? Did you fuck him, bitch?”
She shook her head, red hair flying around her face. “No, nonono, no, no, no.”