Page 163 of Satan's Spawn
The only bright thing about him is his smile on me.
“You look so good!” I tell him over the music. “Like really good.”
He pulls at his lapels. “Why, thank you.”
“Gag!” Hendrix appears next to me, sticking a finger in her mouth. “Fuck boys are riding that way, Lavell!” She points to where Riggs and Levi are still drinking, but this time with two girls grinding on them.
There’s parents around for Pete’s sake.
“I’d love to seeyouriding my face in that dress, Montgomery.” He shoots back, biting his bottom lip as his eyes peruse her body. “’Cause I’m pretty sure this little number of yours is what got Jimi caught up in that purple haze.”
I think Hendrix may actually throw up because her face turns ghostly white.
“Relax, I’m jokin’!” He cackles. “But I’m not against finding out.”
With a flare of her nostrils, Hendrix grips my arm so tight I think it may break, then drags me off the dance floor and back into the hallway we entered from.
“Ugh!” She groans when the door closes, shaking her shoulders off like there are bugs crawling on them. “Saint is such a pig.”
“I told you he has a thing for you.” I bump her with my hip.
“He does not—”
“Who has a thing for my girl?!” A voice that sounds exactly like Hendrix’s mom makes us both jump and turn around, finding June standing there with some incredibly hot older man, who seems to be moonlighting as a George Clooney double.
“Henny, baby, this is Vic Lavell.”
Both of our eyes widen as she continues.
“He also has a son that goes to this school, and he was nice enough to offer me a ride here in his limo to escape the rain.”
Hendrix looks as though she may be sick again, so I respond for the both of us. “Hi, sir,” I reach my hand out to shake, “nice to meet you. I’m Bex, this is Hendrix.”
“It’s wonderful meeting you, Bex. Do you know my son Saint?”
“I do, sir, he’s actually become one of my friends.”
This seems to please him, until he takes another look at Hendrix.
“Is she okay?” he asks me through a mumble.
I offer him a thumbs up.
“Are you girls having fun?” June asks. “You both look absolutely beautiful.”
“They sure do.” Vic rests his hand on June’s back, ushering her forward. “Now let’s go see what good use they put all our money into.”
“We’ll be there in a sec.” I chirp, knowing Hendrix needs a minute.
June and Vic nod, disappearing behind the door.
“Fucking really?!” she runs a hand down her face, and I slap it away.
“Makeup, Hen!”
“Right.” She rolls her eyes.
What a plot twist. I’m the one doing the comforting.
