Page 164 of Satan's Spawn
After a literal minute, I say, “We better go in before my Mom decides to kick it with Mr. Shaw.”
Which reminds me, I haven’t seen him either.
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“You look beautiful, Bex.”Felix says, startling me as I continue my search underneath the table.
I finally escaped Hendrix and Archer, who literally have not tired out from dancing for over an hour.
I, on the other hand, have throbbing feet that have been crying for relief, so I finally swapped the heels out for flops fifteen minutes ago.
Problem is, I can’t remember where the heck I put said heels. Hence the flamingo stance.
My head darts up from behind the table cloth, barely missing the wood.
“Hey, Felix.” I breathe uncomfortably, knowing I look crazy. “Thank you so much, so do you.” I shake my stupidity away with my head. “I mean…handsome…obviously.”
And of course he looks phenomenal. The guy is one of the hottest in the school, pretty sure he can wear a dirty garbage bag on his head and the girls would still flock to him.
Felix in a slim fit tuxedo and slicked back raven hair?
He’d have a full on sex congregation.
“Why are you sitting here alone?” He asks, a bit hesitant to park next to me.
I don’t blame him since the last time he dared to say more than five words to me in public, Saint, Riggs, and Levi went allTarzanon him.
We have been talking a bit here and there through text messaging, though. Nothing too serious, mostly him asking how I’m doing and me responding “living the dream”. Swapping plans for the night and some answers for class work.
I didn’t forget the threat Crayton bid me adieu with a few days ago, but what Crayton doesn’t know won’t hurt…well…mein this case.
Besides, he’s been sucking heaven knows what with the Ice Queen, why should I ignore someone trying to befriend me simply because Crayton doesn’t like him?
Fuck Crayton and his sexy abs…
Angry beautiful eyes…
Gorgeous lips…
Nope, not doing this shit again.
“I’m over the dancing.” I raise my feet, showcasing wiggly toes in flip flops.
Felix gets the point because he gives me a knowing “Ahhh”.
I steal a quick glance around, making sure the Royals are still engaged in whatever is going on in the circle of people at the other end of the room.
When I realize they are, I internally curse myself for even caring if they see me with Felix, and invite him to sit next to me.
“Don’t mind if I do.” He says, smoothly sliding into the chair next to mine.
“Having fun?” I try to hide my rising nerves with small talk.
“Eh, it’s alright. I look forward to the after party more than this.”
Ah, yes.
The infamous “Pit”.
