Page 18 of The Devils They Are

“Of course,” Hunter sighs. “First world problems.”

I share a look with Hunter, thinking the same thing:"Play stupid games, win stupid prizes."

"I'd stay on guard for some Cedar backlash," I murmur, leaning back on my hands as I bask in the warm sunlight. "Spencer is pissed."

"When isn't she?" Hunter snorts. "That's been her whole personality this week."

Rylan finishes saving her number and puts his cell down. "I assume you did more than steal her number."

"Let's just say I need to make a quick trip to the library after this."

Hunter snorts. "Well, I took a visit to Dad's office andaccidentallyobtained a copy of her schedule. And I may have switched a few of our classes starting next week."

That thought makes me excited but Rylan groans.

"Small sacrifices to make," he grumbles. "But you better not have touched my business management class. I need that for college."

Hunter shakes his head. "You're all good, brother. I switched you to advanced English—where you should have already been."

Rylan narrows his eyes. "Smythson makes me want to claw my eyes out with Liv's acrylics. That's why I refused to take her class."

"You'll survive," Hunter laughs. "Smythson is actually considering a small break so that one of the Cedar Heights staff can fill in."

"That's even worse!"

I shush him playfully. "What about me?"

"You've switched from Statistics to Algebra."

This time, it's Rylan who cackles while I scowl. They know how much I detest that stupid bullshit class. It makes no sense. Why did they have to add letters into the mix? I've tried to avoid it for as long as possible, even if I knew it was inevitable since it's a core part of the college course I want to take. Letters and numbers in coding are easy. In math equations? Blasphemy.

"I might actually hate you now."

Hunter holds up his hands defensively. "I tried. All the other math classes were full. The Cedar twits have made it just a bit more difficult moving things around. Apparently, we can't pull them from their enrolled subjects. We have to be theperfect hosts."

"Fuck that," Rylan mutters to himself.

"Or fuck Liv," I offer.

He raises an eyebrow at me. "Go for it."

"I'll pass, thanks."

"Anyway," Hunter says, cutting us both off. "One of us will be in most of her classes. But as a special treat, I did put us all together in graphic design."

My ears prick as I perk up. "Another computer class?"

He grins. "See—Don't say I don't do anything nice for you."

I tap my jaw, thoughtfully. "I won't even need to destroy textbooks for that one. I'll just be able to hack into the server to access her saved work."

Ahh, yes. If you think I'm finished with you, Spencer… You're in for a rude awakening.

When I get home that afternoon, I head straight to my bedroom to start the fun stuff.

I've been counting down the minutes until I could get here, excited to see what I can find.

Is it wrong of me to stalk Bexley Spencer? Probably. Do I care? Absolutely not.

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