Jack asked. It was after school, and Marshall leaned up against his car waiting for Scarlett to come out of school. He was so pissed off at what Cheryl had done. There was no way he could hurt her, not in the way he wanted to. She’d made his mate cry. When he saw Scarlett sat on the bleachers, he’d been relieved, but then he saw she was crying and he’d almost lost it. He’d been hunting for his mate because Trey couldn’t give a shit, only to find she’d been hurt by that slut, Cheryl. “I don’t know.” He wanted to hurt Cheryl, humiliate her, make life so fucking hard for her that she knew what it was like to be in Scarlett’s shoes. He’d prove her wrong when it came to Scarlett. The best way to get back at Cheryl was by showing her to be a liar. “What did Trey say when I left?” Marshall asked. “Nothing. I don’t even know why you were worried about him being a problem with Scarlett. He didn’t give a shit about her when you were gone. I’m starting to think he was just using Scarlett until he knew where he stood.”
