Dax POV
Jackson, the boy who had the nerve to approach Riley and accuse her of being a hooker, barely made it into the locker room before Aaron grabbed him and dragged him outside, where the trash cans were, hiding us perfectly from view. Aaron shoved him, and Jackson went sprawling, his hands automatically reaching out to prevent his fall. He looked up and met my charcoal eyes and stilled, his whole body tense as he awkwardly stood up and dusted off his clothes.
"What is this?" he stammered, glancing wildly between the three of us, his eyes scanning the area for a chance to escape.
My hand shot out. Grabbed him by the neck. Lifted him into the air. His eyes bulged as he clawed at my hand, trying to free himself. I looked at him so fiercely that he blanched.
"I heard you," I said so
