Page 244 of Satan's Spawn
Which is putting it mildly.
“Cap.” He huffs. “You def did it for Shaw.”
I look down. “What would it make me if I did?”
Please don’t say idiot.
“An amazing person, Bex.”
I meet his eyes again, smiling.
“Have you told him you’re doing this?” Hendrix asks…the underlying concern dissolving the expression.
It also has me going into extreme concern mode.
Because, of course I didn’t. I know exactly what he’d say. I took the initiative so I can relieve Crayton of the burden of having to ask me to do it.
To admit my appearance is a trigger for him.
My face twists into a grimace. “I figured it’s better to seek forgiveness than ask permission.”
Hendrix doesn’t look any less wary.
Thanks to Archer we don’t get the chance to take the conversation further.
“You’ve become quite the rebel, haven’t you Bex?” He asks suggestively, making Hendrix snort.
We arenotdoing Levi’s party right now.
“I knew you had it in you.” Hendrix examines her nails. “Shit…even if it puts you on the loose list, the look on Alexis’ face was completely worth it.”
“Speaking of…” Archer cuts in. “She’s been uncharacteristically quiet, no?”
Are we seriously complaining about a lack of response from the Ice Queen?
“Maybe she finally accepted that she’s been dethroned by Bex.” Hendrix suggests, still focused on her chipped black nail polish.
Somehow I doubt that. I see the way she looks at me—like a snake waiting patiently to strike.
This time I’ll make sure to strike back even harder.
“Eh…fuck that hoe. Let’s get back to misery business.” He looks between us, a smirk planted on his face like he’s waiting for one of us to laugh.
A Paramore reference. Shocker.
“What’s the rush?” Hendrix humors him. “Are werunning out of time?”
“Okay! You’re both clever and hilarious citing Hayley Williams blah blah.” I get back to the literal point, my boyfriend who’s got a kink for sharp objects. “Do you guys think Crayton will be mad I did this?”
They look between each other, but stay eerily quiet.
“Guys!”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Hendrix reassures terribly. “When will you be seeing him?”
Letting out a deep sigh, I say, “Not until Monday morning. His dad has him held up with filing paperwork in the office this weekend.”
Archer groans. “Bex, stop overthinking. It’s just hair. If it pisses off Crayton, just toss him a sweet puppy to gut out and he’ll be good as new.”
