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I shove him in the arm. “Don’t be a dick.”
“Sorry. Still trying to get used to the fact that I don’t hate him.”
“Who’s hungry?” Hendrix holds out her phone. “Because I’m fucking starving and want Domino’s.”
“I can eat,” I admit, already tasting the cinnamon bites and frosting on my tongue.
“Me too,” Archer adds. “But I think we should go out. Take our new gingersnap here for a joyride.”
38
CRAYTON
It’s a fact cockroaches can survive up to three weeks without their heads. A theory I’ve been dying to test on this bitch Alexis all weekend.
She’s not only a bug that won’t die, but she’s managed to stick herself into a hole in the wall not even I can reach.
I know she has my knife, it’s her MO to take what she can when she doesn’t get what she wants, but it’s been over a week now and I’m not opposed to a suicide mission by breaking into her Russian daddy’s mansion.
Today is Monday, though, which means the spoiled brat is back at school and will have no shot at avoiding me.
Especially since I’ve been cooped up behind one of the back stairway doors closest to her room.
She’s got Vlad and Edik a.k.a Vlagina and Eatadick up her ass again today: the personal bodyguards who only make themselves known when Daddy’s up to no good.
Which works in my benefit because if I was the bad guy they were protecting her from I’d already be dead.
The door opens and Alexis appears nose in the air, full face of makeup and freshly dressed uniform and high heels.
Behind her follows a sorry ass basketball player carrying her cheer uniform, who’s already regretting his decision to stick his cock inside a stuck-up mob princess.
The dickheads don’t bother making eyes with the guy as they settle at Alexis’ side and make their way down the hall toward the elevators.
I spin on my heels and take the staircase down two at a time as I head toward the girls locker room—where I know she has her Monday meeting with her cheer coach.
Skipping homeroom all together, I slide behind the doors, wanting to make sure I cozy up in a secluded corner before anyone shows up.
It takes about ten minutes of looking through new photos of Rebecca, mostly the ones she forced me to take with her.
Her smile is so bright as she squeezes an arm around my neck, making me wonder how the hell my stygian ass managed to land a literal ray of sunshine.
Who’s got me taking “usies” or whatever the fuck Rebecca named her version of torture.
It’s ridiculous, and Saint’s been busting my balls…accusing me and Rebecca of being the poster couple for the bad boy/good girl cliché.
He’s shooting fast and loose with the good girl reference, though, becausefor meRebecca’s a certified fucking freak. The thought of her gagged and bound on my bed with my handprint staining her ass leaves me a gust of wind shy of a hard-on every time I think about it.
Even with this kindred side of her, Rebecca’s still better than any of these bitches walking the halls of this corrupt school.
Which is why I have to protect her innocence.
The sound of heels clicking outside the locker room doors has my hands flexing as I await Alexis’ appearance.
I’m pressed between an opening in the wall with some mops and brooms the janitors leave for easy access.
Probably not my proudest moment but fuck it, I need to get this over with because I don’t know how much longer I can keep this cold war with my ex cunt hole from everyone.
Like cockroaches, Alexis is also a creature of habit, which is why she strolls in with her cheer uniform draped over her arm and nose twitching from the powder pick-me-up she helped herself to outside the locker rooms.
