Jake had never hit anyone before. Not really. Sure, he’d thrown some blocks on the football field, shoulder-checked a few guys, even shoved his little brother during some roughhousing—but never like that. Never out of rage. Never out of fear. And never someone who looked at him the way Gabriel had. “Jake Owens. Office. Now.” The words echoed down the hallway like a slap. A teacher had grabbed his arm—Mrs.