Page 15 of Satan's Spawn
I slam the door shut without a second glance, trudge over to my bed, and wipe it down to make a point.
“You could’ve left her shoes, you dick.” Saint says as he grabs his robe and shampoo caddy to take with him to the showers.
“You could’ve told your little Sunday whore to throw her shit on the floor.”
He offers me a touché with a tilt of his head. “Facts. But I was a bit caught up in the moment. You know how it is—you got Alexis.”
I want nothing more from Alexis’ than her cunt on occasion and her ability to write my papers on the regular. But I don’t bother telling him that. I prefer to keep my business, my business.
Saint stops in front of the mirror, running a hand through his dark brown hair to tame it. “Heard we got a west coaster comin’ in hot. Straight outta Cali.” He checks his teeth. “Word in the halls is that she looks really good too. The guys are already fighting for dibs on this one, and they haven’t even seen her yet.”
I don’t care enough to ask how he knows this.
“I’m sure you’ll be at the front of that line.” Deciding I want an egg sandwich from the bagel store, I pick up my wallet off the dresser and shove it in my pocket.
“Not all of us have the hottest chick in the school offering up her snatch like a burrito at Chipotle.”
I come well equipped with disturbing images, and that sure as fuck is a new one.
“Goin’ to get food.” I make my way to the door. “Want somethin’?”
“The Alexis kind?”
This fucking guy loves to test my patience.
“Do you want anything from Chelsea Bagels or not, asshole?”
“You’re going all the way there for food?”
“Why the fuck you think I’m asking?”
Saint shrugs. “Bacon, egg, and cheese on a roll.”
With that, I whip open the door, hearing Saint yell, “A lemon Snapple too!” as I walk off not bothering to close it.
* * *
Swingingmy keys around my finger, I make my way over to my one cherished possession, Raven my Mustang, with as much pride and joy as I felt when my father gave her to me for my sixteenth birthday. It’s how I assume parents feel for their offspring, if those offsprings were a ‘69 Mustang Boss 429 and worth over half a million dollars.
Which they’re not.
But my baby is.
I’m pulled from my reverie by two chicks giggling and pointing to Melanie’s thong hanging on top of the fence.
You’re welcome.
“Where you runnin’ off to Cray Cray?” A voice that belongs to Riggs, Levi’s cousin and sophomore, asks from behind me.
“Gettin’ food.” I keep moving, and Riggs falls in step at my side, dressed completely in his uniform.
“Oh, fantastic ’cause I’m fucking staaaarving.” He rubs his hands together, unaware that I’ve stopped walking. Turning around to face me, he asks, “Fuck is you doing, man?”
“Besides going alone as I intended?”
“What’s got your panties in a tighter bunch than usual?” He pouts stupidly. “Alexis not puttin’ out or something?”
What the fuck is the obsession with this girl?
