Page 151 of Satan's Spawn
Crayton doesn’t react to her touch, he just tosses the pen on the desk and treads down the row of desks, making zero contact with me even though his seat is next to mine.
Alexis smirks at me as she slides in behind him.
Bitch.
I blink several times Crayton’s way, waiting for him to turn his head, offer one of his cocky grins, hell, even acknowledge me at this point.
He does none of that.
All he manages is a scowl that carves me right open.
Cuts me deeper than his knife ever has.
I flinch from the look, redirecting my attention on Mr. Beckett even though it’s absolutely impossible to concentrate with a slew of new questions invading my mind.
Saint peers at me from Crayton’s opposite side, stretching behind him to offer me a friendly wink.
It’s nice to know he’s at least still acting himself.
“Dude…” Hendrix nudges my shoulder, whispering low enough for only me to hear. “What the fuck? I thought you said you two ended the night on good terms?”
Technically, I said “decent” terms…but there are too many eyes and ears around to correct her. All I can offer is a rueful shrug of one shoulder.
Archer reaches over, squeezing the hand on my lap discreetly, letting me know it’ll be okay.
Will it, though?
I feel so thrown off guard, even though I know I shouldn’t.
Crayton is almost as unpredictable as he is conniving.
The entire forty minutes pass with Mr. Beckett going over our lessons for the week, handing out a pop quiz no amount of medicine would be enough to have me focus on, especially since all I can hear is Alexis ranting quietly with her cronies about some party they all went to with the Royals on Sunday. Including Crayton.
My heart aches so bad I can’t rein in the frown on my face the entire time, I know this because Felix keeps glancing my way with a concerned look plastered on his.
Before I know it the bell is ringing, and I’m two steps delayed in comparison to everyone else as they gather their belongings to leave.
That’s when Crayton delivers the final blow, standing and making his way into my space, leaning over me just to slap a pill bottle on my desk.
“Deals off.” He announces right before traipsing down the aisle, meeting Alexis at the door.
I watch as she rises up on her tippy toes, exposing the bottom of her ass, whispering something in his ear, making Crayton nod before they walk into the hallway.
Tears well in my eyes, and I reach for the bottle with a shaky hand, stuffing it quickly inside my bag.
Saint reaches my side, silent apologies rolling off him in waves. He kneels down until we’re eye level, sliding his hand behind my neck and squeezing it, then pulling me closer for a quick kiss on my cheek.
“Mornin’ gorgeous.” He smiles and rises, squeezing my neck once before sliding his hand to my shoulder for support.
“Get your grimy paws off my best friend.” Hendrix sneers, hip checking Saint. “And tell your asshole friend he can choke on a twelve inch dick.”
Saint chuckles, unmoved and unoffended as he stands. “Mornin’ to you too spitfire.”
Hendrix eyes his fancy dress shoes. “I’ll be spitting loogies in a second if you don’t move your ass.”
Saint shakes his head, turning and meandering out of the room without a second glance.
“You okay, Bee?” Hendrix looks me over, as if I’ve been punched.
