Page 116 of Satan's Spawn
I don’t know why it’s that way but it is.
“Serious as a heart attack, babe. That Friday is my birthday and I don’t want to spend it dealing with drama. The dance will be the breeding grounds for more Bex traps. I prefer not to walk into another one of ’em.”
Archer shakes his head. “No way. It’s the perfect opportunity for us to celebrate your day of birth, we’ll already be dressed to kill. Plus, the homecoming dance is one of the most pivotal events of the year.”
I cross my arms. “You said the same thing about Sampson’s party. Look how that turned out.”
He holds his hands up in defense. “Okay, that’s fair, but there will be adults at this party. Teachers, alumni, volunteers. Nothing will happen. And don’t forget the after party in the Pit is even better.”
Oh, yes, what a way to convince me. Getting drunk in an eight hundred year old tunnel under the school.
Apparently this has been a custom for years, and till this day the headmaster is unaware of it.
Archer makes sure of it.
As did his older brothers when they attended Riverside.
I run a hand down my face and fall back on the bed. “Don’t push it guys, not this time. I don’t know how much more I can take from these heathens.”
“Crayton’s Dad will be there,” Archer practically sings. “What better way to get the four-one-one on the douche than to meet the man who raised him?”
If there really was a lightbulb inside people’s heads, I bet mine would be lighting up the night sky.
Cillian Shaw? Here at the school?
Forget about insurance, the curiosity alone is enough to have me debating my decision.
I’ve been wondering how Crayton is with his Dad. Wanting to see if his hostility passes onto the man who’s most likely the only person in the world capable of loving him.
“We’ll have to find another way,” I say with a lot less conviction.
The smirks on their faces tell me they already know they’ve won.
And why wouldn’t they? I’m the only one here who continues to lose every round of whatever game the kids of Riverside are playing.
“I already have the best idea for dresses.” Hendrix announces, and my head turns to the side to find her swiping through her phone next to my bed.
“I haven’t agreed to anything, Hen.”
“Wanna know what they are?” She ignores my comment and smiles, biting her bottom lip as she balances on the heels of her feet. It’s a coy gesture I find adorable since she’s always so reserved.
I let out a deep breath. “Sure, why not.”
“I’m thinking teal blue for you. Purple for me. Strapless, midi, tight and sexy. Here look…” She holds the screen of her phone out for me, and I find two models wearing dresses, fitting her exact description, staring down at me.
They are pretty, but also too easy to pull down, and I’m not in the mood to become a trendsetter on my eighteenth birthday.
Enough people already got to see my boobs.
“Nuh-uh, I won’t be making it that easy for them.”
Realizing what I mean, Hendrix shakes her head. “Fine, they have a spaghetti strap option for you.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. “I need sleep. Leave me alone.”
“It’s only five-thirty.” Archer sounds appalled by the idea.
“Fine, a nap then.” Rolling over on my side, I scoot up to the head of the bed and punch the pillow a few times before getting comfortable. Then, I reach for my throw blanket and cover myself with it, closing my eyes. “Wake me when it’s time to get my medicine from the asshole.”
