Convenient Fall (Players of Marycliff University Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

protecting her from assholes like him just clinched it.
    There were three guys there, two still in their pants and one sitting on the bench with a towel across his lap. He grabbed the guy he assumed was the first speaker and slammed him against the lockers. At least he wasn't the one in the towel. He recognized him as one of the guys that had danced with Megan at the party on Saturday. He was pretty sure he’d seen the guy with his hands all over her ass.
    “Dude! What's your problem?” Yup. Chris had the main shit-talker.
    “You're my problem.” He shoved him into the lockers a little harder, banging the asshole's head again, his left arm barred across the guy's throat, his right hand ready to administer a beating if necessary. He felt another pair of hands pulling at his shoulder, but he didn't pay them any attention.
    The asshole's eyes darted around, looking behind Chris. Probably hoping for someone to save him. Chris looked him over. He was some pissant little sophomore that wasn't even a starter yet. He was on defense, but Chris couldn't remember his name. Right now he didn't give a shit.
    Chris exerted a little more pressure with his arm until the pissant's eyes returned to his face, bugging out just a little. Chris curved his lips in a menacing smile. “Good. I have your attention.” He paused. “If I ever hear you running your mouth about her again, you're not going to be able to talk for a long time afterward.” The guy's eyes bulged more while Chris increased the pressure for a second before he let go. He pulled away in disgust and grabbed a spare towel to wipe the other guy's sweat from his arm. The other two guys were staring at him as he tossed the towel back on the bench. “That goes for all of you.”
    “I don't know what you're talking about, man. We were just—” The little pissant didn't get to finish that sentence. Chris had his arm across his neck again, his head hitting the lockers harder than before.  
    “You know exactly what I'm talking about. You might be a piece of shit, but there's no way you're that stupid.” Chris punched the lockers next to the asshole's head for emphasis. “Leave her alone. Don't touch her. Don't talk to her. Don't talk about her. She's off-limits.”
    Chris let him go and turned to walk away. “That must be some pussy to make you act like that.”
    White-hot fury rose up inside Chris. He charged the asshole again, this time intending to knock his teeth into his throat. A pair of hands caught his bicep, keeping his arm back. Another pair grabbed his other arm. Together they pulled him back, away from the asshole who didn't know when to keep his mouth shut. When he was a safe distance away from that little pissant sophomore again, he shook off the guys holding him back. “Not another word about her.”
    He turned to see Matt give him a questioning look. Matt obviously hadn't heard anything, or else he'd've helped him pound the guy into a pulp instead of holding him back. But it was for the best. He'd be suspended from the first two games for fighting if Matt hadn't intervened.
    Chris filled Matt in later, after they were gone and neither of them could give that little asshole the beating he deserved. Matt's face turned thunderous. Good. At least Chris wasn't the only one who wanted to protect Megan. Not that he'd doubted Matt, it was just nice that he wasn't on his own.
    “We'll have to keep her away from the parties the team goes to.”
    Chris nodded. “Definitely. But how do you think we'll manage that?”
    One corner of Matt's mouth quirked up in a half smile. It was sad looking, though, and Chris wasn't sure why. “I don't think it'll be too hard. She didn't seem to have as much fun as normal at the party on Saturday. I doubt she'll want to party with us or our teammates again any time soon.”
    Chris didn't understand. She hadn't had fun? She'd seemed like she was having a good time when they'd played chicken fight and later when she was dancing. With