The Girl He Never Defended
Dee Fietz · Ongoing · 194.5k Words
Introduction
Mila is the brilliant, plus-size girl people underestimate too easily—the quiet honors student with a sharp tongue, a secret dream of leaving town, and a reputation shaped by years of cruelty. At school, she’s the target of whispers, pranks, and public humiliation, much of it fueled by Jaxon’s possessive cheerleader ex.
Then Mila takes a live-in babysitting job for Jaxon’s little sister while his father works nights, and everything changes.
At school, they are enemies by history and circumstance. At home, they are forced into the same kitchen, the same living room, the same late-night routines of homework help, shared meals, and caring for the little girl who adores them both. Mila sees the side of Jaxon no one else does: protective, overworked, and carrying more pressure than his golden-boy image reveals. Jaxon begins to see the truth about Mila too—not the rumors, not the body people mock, but the fierce, funny, deeply resilient girl he should have defended long ago.
As the bullying escalates and his ex wages war, Jaxon is forced to choose between the life everyone expects from him and the girl he cannot stop thinking about. Meanwhile, Mila begins a powerful transformation of her own. She stops shrinking. Stops apologizing. Stops letting cruel people decide her worth.
What begins as bitterness becomes tension. Tension becomes loyalty. Loyalty becomes a first love fierce enough to change them both.
But when betrayal, jealousy, and one devastating public humiliation threaten to tear them apart, Mila must decide whether loving Jaxon is worth the risk—or whether choosing herself means walking away from the boy who finally learned how to fight for her.....
Chapter 1
Mila Santos learned a long time ago that survival at Briar Ridge High depended on two things: walking fast and never looking hurt.
By the time the last bell rang on Monday, she’d already had a paper football launched at the back of her head in U.S. History, been called “curvy Einstein” by a boy who could barely spell Einstein, and found a sticky note on her locker that read:
Try homeschooling. For everyone’s sake.
She peeled it off, crushed it in her fist, and kept moving.
That was the thing about humiliation. If you didn’t stop for it, maybe it had less time to sink under your skin.
Maybe.
“Mila, wait up!”
She turned at the end of the hallway and saw Naomi jogging toward her, braid swinging, messenger bag bouncing against her hip.
“You walk like the building’s on fire,” Naomi said, slightly out of breath.
“It usually is. Socially.”
Naomi snorted and fell into step beside her. “You’re still coming to the library tomorrow, right? Mrs. Patel said the robotics club needs help setting up.”
“I’ll be there.” Mila adjusted the stack of textbooks in her arms. “Assuming I don’t fake my death first.”
“You’re too responsible to fake your death.”
“That’s the rudest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
Naomi grinned, but it faded when she noticed the crushed paper in Mila’s hand. “Another note?”
Mila shrugged.
Naomi’s mouth tightened. “You should tell someone.”
“And say what? ‘Hi, yes, the people who’ve hated me for existing since sophomore year continue to hate me, please alert the authorities’?”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
They reached the front doors, where the afternoon sun hit the steps in blinding sheets of gold. Outside, the student parking lot was a parade of laughter, engines, and careless freedom. Briar Ridge’s beautiful people drifted in loud clusters, untouched by urgency.
And at the center of it all, like always, was Jaxon Reed.
Mila noticed him before she wanted to.
Everyone did.
He was leaning against a black pickup truck with two teammates, broad shoulders stretching a gray practice shirt, dark hair falling over his forehead like it had been arranged by a very generous god. He had that unfair kind of face too—sharp jaw, crooked half-smile, eyes that looked almost lazy until they landed on something and sharpened.
Star quarterback. Homecoming king last year. Campus royalty in cleats.
Naomi followed Mila’s gaze and muttered, “Ugh. There he is.”
Mila looked away. “I wasn’t looking at him.”
“Sure.”
“I was looking through him. With disdain.”
“Very academic of you.”
Jaxon laughed at something one of the other guys said, and the sound carried over the parking lot. A group of cheerleaders near the curb turned like flowers tracking sunlight.
One of them stepped forward.
Kendra Vale.
Perfect ponytail. Perfect tan. Perfect white smile sharpened by malice. She and Jaxon had broken up three months ago, but Kendra still moved like she owned his shadow and everything under it.
Unfortunately, she also seemed to think she owned Mila’s misery.
“Well,” Kendra said as Mila and Naomi passed. “If it isn’t Briar Ridge’s answer to desperate scholarship ads.”
Naomi stopped. “Keep walking,” Mila murmured.
But Kendra wasn’t finished. She looked Mila over slowly, from oversized cardigan to sensible sneakers, and sighed. “You know, if you’re going to lurk around quarterbacks, at least try lip gloss.”
Mila’s grip tightened on her books.
She could feel it—that awful shift in the air when a crowd sensed entertainment. People slowed. Turned. Pretended not to watch while watching harder.
Naomi took a step forward. “Say that again.”
Mila caught her wrist. “No.”
Kendra tilted her head. “Why? Is she going to make a pie chart about my personality?”
A few people laughed.
Mila’s face went hot, but her voice stayed cool. “No need. Your personality’s very easy to summarize.”
Kendra’s smile thinned. “Oh?”
“Loud, insecure, and heavily dependent on audience participation.”
This time the laugh that rippled through the parking lot wasn’t on Mila.
Kendra’s expression went flat.
For one glorious second, Mila thought she’d won.
Then Kendra flicked her gaze to the books in Mila’s arms and “accidentally” knocked into her shoulder.
The textbooks hit the pavement with a violent slap. A spiral notebook burst open, loose pages skidding across the asphalt.
A few people gasped.
Someone laughed again.
Mila froze.
Humiliation had a physical shape. It was hot ears, cold hands, a throat that sealed shut while your body became suddenly too large, too visible, too wrong.
Naomi lunged forward. “Are you kidding me?”
Kendra lifted one shoulder. “Oops.”
Mila crouched instantly, scrambling for papers before the wind could take them. Her hands shook with rage. Around her, shoes shifted. Voices blurred. Nobody moved to help.
Nobody except—
A shadow fell over the scattered pages.
Large hands reached down and gathered a stack before the breeze could catch them.
Mila looked up.
Jaxon Reed crouched beside her.
For a moment, she just stared.
Up close, he looked different than he did from the safe distance of classrooms and bleachers. Less polished. More real. There was a tiny scar near his chin she’d never noticed before. Grass stains on one sneaker. A faint crease between his brows like this wasn’t nothing to him.
He held out her papers. “Here.”
Mila took them slowly. “Thanks.”
His jaw ticked, and he looked past her toward Kendra. “That wasn’t necessary.”
Kendra gave a brittle laugh. “Please. Don’t act noble now.”
Jaxon stood. “I’m serious.”
The parking lot went quiet.
Mila rose too, clutching her books to her chest like a shield. Naomi looked between them with open disbelief.
Kendra crossed her arms. “You’re taking her side?”
Jaxon’s expression hardened. “There aren’t sides. You shoved her.”
Kendra’s eyes flashed, more wounded than angry now, which somehow made it worse. “Unbelievable.”
She spun around and stalked toward her friends, who followed after half a second, whispering furiously.
Noise returned all at once to the parking lot.
Mila hated all of it.
The staring. The sudden attention. The fact that Jaxon Reed had chosen this exact moment, after years of doing nothing, to discover a conscience.
Naomi bent close. “I’m going to the office before I commit a felony.”
“Naomi—”
“I’m serious.” She pointed at Mila. “Text me later.”
Then she was gone, storming back toward the school.
Mila adjusted the slipping pile in her arms and started walking toward the bus lane.
“Hey,” Jaxon said.
She kept going.
“Mila.”
That stopped her.
Not because of his voice. Because he knew her name.
She turned slowly. “What?”
He had followed her a few steps away from the truck, hands shoved into his pockets now, shoulders tense. “You dropped this.”
He held up her calculator.
She stared at it, then at him. “Right.”
She took it, careful not to touch his fingers.
For a second neither of them spoke.
Then Mila said, “This is the part where I’m supposed to be grateful?”
His brows drew together. “I was just giving you your calculator.”
“No. You were performing decency in public.”
Something flickered across his face. “That’s not fair.”
She laughed once, sharp and humorless. “No? Where’s all this concern been the last three years?”
He didn’t answer fast enough.
Exactly.
Mila hugged the books tighter. “That’s what I thought.”
She turned again, but his voice followed.
“I didn’t know it was that bad.”
Now she stopped because anger made her reckless.
She looked back at him over her shoulder. “That’s a lie.”
His mouth tightened.
“You knew,” she said. “Maybe you didn’t start it. Maybe you never said the ugliest things. Congratulations. But you knew.”
Every word landed cleanly between them.
Jaxon held her gaze, and for the first time since she’d known who he was, he looked like someone had actually hit him.
“Mila—”
But she was done.
She walked away before he could say anything else, before her face betrayed how badly she was shaking.
By the time she reached the bus lane, her heart was still hammering.
The late afternoon bus was nearly empty. She slid into a seat near the back and pressed her forehead against the warm glass, watching Briar Ridge High blur outside her window.
She saw Naomi arguing with an assistant principal near the entrance.
Saw Kendra in a cluster of cheerleaders, furious and bright as a lit match.
And saw Jaxon still standing in the parking lot, one hand braced at the back of his neck, staring in the direction Mila had gone like he was trying to solve a problem too late.
Good, she thought.
Let him wonder.
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