Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“GGuys, come on, leave her alone. GGet her out of here!”
someone barked from farther away.
“Oh, come on, Will…”
I stepped to my left, but there was someone’s bare skin
there. I shot to my right, and I ran into someone in a towel. I
growled and darted out my hands, pushing at the body of the
boy who said he was Miles in front of me.
“You guys are assholes,” I said. “Let me out of here!”
Suddenly, a hand swung into me from the front as Miles
grunted, and the boy behind me shoved into me as he was
pulled away, knocking me forward a little. I lost my breath and
held out my arms to brace myself, but they were suddenly
gone. All three of them.
Someone took my hand, and I jerked on reflex, about to
pull it away, but then he asked, “Are you okay?”
His tone was light and gentle and immediately put me at
ease. Or at least more ease than I was. I stopped, letting his
fingers hold mine by the tips.
It was a small gesture, but it didn’t scare me. Just more
reassuring.
“I’m Will,” he said. “I’ll find someone to get you out of
here, okay?”
I inhaled the fragrance of body wash and fresh laundry on
him and nodded, his presence helping me calm down a little.
But then our hands were knocked apart.
I went rigid, stunned for a moment. What the—
“What?” Will asked someone.
“GGet off her and go get dressed,” the new voice said. “I got
it.”
I got it? Who was this?
“I wasn’t on her,” I heard Will say, but his voice faded
away anyway.
Wait…