Page 25 of Savage Poet

“Looks cuter on you.”

Now my eyes definitely rolled. The guy was so bombed he had no idea how stupid this whole conversation was.

“Thanks.” Tati tucked her hair into a bun under the cap before she pulled it down low.

“What about me?” I wailed sounding totally annoying and giggly, but they ate it up.

Frat boy number two handed his over. I followed Tati’s lead and hid my hair inside.

“Ooh, I gotta pee so bad! Be right back!” Tati blew a kiss and grabbed her crotch, distracting the two dunces as she walked backward.

“Slow. Walk slowly like we don’t care where we are going.” Luckily, a group of friends were walking the same way. Right under their noses, we made it to the road and I let out a huge breath as we reached the Explorer.

Climbing in, I started the engine and slowly pulled out, all the while checking the rearview.

Tati took off the cap, rolled down the window and chucked it out. “Okay. What the fuck was all that?”

I shook my head. “Destiny. That was destiny.”

“Then why did we run?”

“Because sometimes your destiny isn’t always a good one.”

Tati rolled her eyes. “Ralph Smith was fucking hot, D and totally into you.”

“He’s not Ralph Smith. He’s the devil. And I want no part of him.”

“Yeah you do. You want every part of him.”

I couldn’t answer.

She was right.

I wanted every last little piece of him, tied-up, bloodied and at my mercy. The problem is I might want more before I got him to that point.

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