Page 124 of Satan's Spawn
I don’t want to laugh, but for Hendrix and my sake, I do.
Nothing like watching someone get a taste of their own shallow medicine.
Saint falls silent, swiping through his phone as the three of us share a laugh at Riggs’s expense.
“Someone important?” I jut my chin to his phone, where Saint immediately shoves it in his pocket.
“Nah, never.” He winks, reaching for his bottle of water and chugging it in a few gulps. “What are your plans for this weekend, Bex?” he asks, tossing it right into the trash like a basketball.
“I’m gonna visit my Mom and stepdad. See Potato.”
“Potato?” His eyebrows form a deep crease.
“That’s my Chihuahua.”
Saint lets out a hefty chuckle. “Of course you have a damn Chihuahua.”
I shove his arm. “Shut it. He’s my pride and joy.”
“You shoulda brought him with you.”
I huff. “Yeah, no dogs are allowed in school, you nutcase.”
“Says who?” Riggs cuts in, and I turn to find him and Levi looking as if I’m the crazy one.
“Uhm, says headmaster Beaumont, and the actual school guidelines.”
They both wave me off, with Riggs adding, “Eh…rules were meant to be broken, California.”
Maybe by the people who are above them.
I am not one of those people.
A throat clears behind me, and I find Hendrix and Archer standing there with caution hardening their expressions.
“What’s up, guys?” I scoot over, forcing Riggs and Levi closer to the end of the table. “Pull up some chairs.”
Hendrix looks between all three boys at the table and her lip twitches. “I prefer to keep my appetite.”
“Oh, we can tell.” Annalie’s snides from the table next to us, and Alexis’ minions all snicker at her fat girl dig.
Hendrix flips her the middle finger, pretending it’s lipstick and smiling callously at the bitch as she runs the finger over her lips. As usual, not letting the opinions of the mean girls seem like it gets to her.
We both know it does, though, how could it not?
When Annalie flips her hair, Hendrix turns back to me and pops her lips. It makes me smile.
“Anyway,” she says, “me and Arch are skipping lunch, gonna make a Starbucks run. You down?”
“Sounds like an open invitation to me.” Levi stands, tossing his sandwich in the garbage.
“It wasn’t.” Hendrix smiles coldly at him.
Riggs stands then, wrapping an arm around Hendrix as she burns a hole through his head with her eyes. “Oh, quit playing the bitchy friend, Hendrix, we all know that’s Archer’s job.”
“Takes a bitch to know a bitch, right Bishop?” Archer doesn’t hesitate to strike back, which has Riggs smiling wickedly as he releases Hendrix.
“You guys continue your bickering,” I suggest, “but I’m gonna use the bathroom before we go.”
