“For the love of—” I started. “Save the pissing contest for the locker room, boys,” I said, attempting to de-escalate the situation. “Give me my books, and I’ll manage myself.”
“No, I got this,” Crew said, hiding my books behind his back.
“Sera, do you want him to carry your books?” Bryan asked me, softening his demeanor.
“What I want is to avoid making a scene,” I said, looking back and forth between the two of them. I couldn’t help but notice the students in the background watching us. It must have looked ridiculous to see me, a short, almost emaciated girl, between two tall, buff guys, trying to keep them from fighting each other.
“So tell your guard dog to go, and we can get back to living our lives,” Crew said.
I knew enough about Crew to know fighting this would just make him m
