Chapter Eight

DAKODA

I'm extremely angry with the guys right now. They completely ignored me on Sunday, didn't help fix my car or offer me a ride to school, and then gave me dirty looks for talking to another guy. Well, I've had enough of their games. They can take their training and stick it where the sun doesn't shine. I'll find someone else to train me.

Mac and I were on our way to the diner for a burger when Korey, with his strong tattooed arm, grabbed me.

"Where do you think you're going, D?" Korey asks.

"Get your hands off me! I want nothing to do with you," I snap back.

"Do we have to go through this every day, Dakoda?" Korey growls.

"Yes, because you're an arrogant asshole."

"Just let her go, Korey. We're going to grab some food and then study for tomorrow's test," Kasey says, smirking at me. I respond by sticking my tongue out at him like a five-year-old.

Korey loosens his grip on me, and I slip out of his arms, walking over to Mac's car. But of course, I couldn't just get in the car and l