Page 209 of Satan's Spawn
“He’s a vegetarian!” I screech, reaching for the small piece of meat but Potato already scarfed it down.
“Yeah, don’t think he got the memo—guy ate half this Jim already.”
Oh my God.
“Who the hell makes their dog a vegetarian?” This comes from Hendrix, who’s reaching for cigarettes in her nightstand drawer.
I ignore her judgment and focus on the walking felony reaching for a smoke of his own.
“Crayton.” I take a deep cleansing breath, knowing in his head he thinks he did something sweet.
“Thank you for trying to comfort me, but you have to promise you will never break into my condo ever again. Because my mother will not hesitate to get you arrested.”
“One has to get caught to be arrested. Besides, they were too busy bangin’ in their bedroom to even realize I was there.”
Hearing this both skeeves me out and relieves me at the same time.
“Crayton.” I repeat in my most authoritative voice.
“Okay, fine, I won’t break into your house anymore, fuck.” He brings the cigarette to his lips. “I wonder what your appreciation would look like if I ended up taking one of those fancy portraits of you too.”
“Real funny.” I stick my tongue out at him, and his lip curls playfully around the Newport.
Hendrix chuckles from the window, which she now has opened to vent the smoke.
The chill of the night instantly sends prickles down my arms, so I reach for Potato and my blanket as Crayton stands to join her at the window.
Hendrix still isn’t crazy about Crayton, but she accepts the fact that I am, which is why she’s only stabbing him with her eyes and not one of her pencils.
But me? I go back to cuddling my Chunky Muffin, reaching for the phone to shoot Mom a text I’ll have to fully explain in the morning, and hoping for the best to go back to sleep, knowing it’s not even worth trying to get Crayton to leave the room.
Not that I want him to.
Because, despite the illegalness of what he did, it is kind of swoonworthy.
I’m dozing off when I feel a body scoot behind me, a muscular arm squeezing my waist to bring me closer. My back molds against Crayton’s warm chest, which encompasses me through his black t-shirt.
“So we’re having slumber parties now?” Hendrix grumbles as she settles back into her bed.
Crayton smiles into my neck, and I can sense the incoming taunt before he even says it.
“Believe it or not, our slumber parties started a long time ago,purple haze.”
My lips squeeze closed, trying my hardest to bite back the laugh threatening to escape my lips.
I guess Crayton and Saint shared more thanmetonight.
Which is something I wouldn’t dare mention to Hendrix, especially since Saint is making it so obvious he’s got a thing for her.
And I know deep down Hendrix does too, in spite of the heat of rage emanating from her side of the room.
Which, come to think of it, makes me feel kind of guilty for what we did earlier. I definitely need to talk to her, and hope it doesn’t end with a pencil inmyeye.
“Yeah, well, you and your manwhore of a friend can kindly fuck off.” Hendrix’s insult interrupts the pout forming at my lips…and I’m back to eyeballing between them as they mouth off tit for tats.
Which goes on for an irritatingly long time for someone who wants to sleep. Someone being me.
Crayton laughs quietly to himself when Hendrix calls him a psychotic asshat, and so do I because she’s not completely wrong.
