Page 18 of Satan's Spawn
All for a fucking sandwich.
“What the hell, man?” Riggs holds his hands out in disappointment as he catches me barraging past him in the girl’s dormitory hall—chest heaving, empty handed.
I’m still on edge from the accident, so if he knows what’s best he’ll throw himself out the nearest window before I do the honors.
“Ran out of bagels.” I march past his slumped shoulders and approach Alexis’ door, pounding my fist against it.
I do this until every room in the surrounding area has a head peeking out of the doors to see what’s going on.
“Alexis ain’t there, man.” Riggs says from several feet away, knowing better than to approach me when I’m like this.
“Where the fuck is she?” I snap, eyes slicing in the onlookers direction who then scurry back behind their doors.
Good. Nosey fucks.
Riggs doesn’t answer until I’m pulling out my phone from the back pocket of my slacks to text her.
“Saw her take off with Annalie a little while ago, said something about getting coffee around the block.”
Shooting off a message asking why the fuck she isn’t in her room, I get an immediate response explaining how she’s on her way back from Starbucks, just like Riggs said.
Me
Hurry the fuck up and meet me in the bathroom by the gym.
Alexis
What’s your problem?
You. My car. My mother’s ghost.
Me
Don’t ask fucking questions. Just do what I said.
Alexis
Whatever…meet you there in fifteen.
* * *
“Alright.What’s got you so stabby today?” Alexis asks as she approaches the handicapped stall, snorting a morning bump from her fingernail. I lean against the tiled wall spinning my switchblade between my fingers.
“Take off your panties.” I get straight to the point, never in the mood to stroke her ego with giving out personal information.
“Are you fucking serious? I have Annalie waiting in my room, you know.” She stops, crossing her arms.
A pathetic show of resistance.
My eyes shoot up to Alexis as I fold the knife closed. “Am I giving you the impression I’m not serious? Or that I give a fuck about Annalie?”
“No,” she says quietly, softening her tone.
Shoving the knife into my pocket, I spit out, “Then do what the fuck I asked or I’ll find somebody else who will. Starting with yourfriend.”
This has Alexis blowing out a small frustrated breath through her nose, needing to put up some fight to feed her pride. But we both know how much she loves when I beckon her because it means I’m not beckoning anyone else.
And if there’s anything she wants more than exclusivity with my cock, it’s nobody else taking what she’s delusional enough to believe is actually hers.
