Page 261 of Satan's Spawn
Literally. Because I made it clear long before she took my knife that I’d take on the consequences of killing her if I had to. If there’s one thing Alexis and I have in common, it’s not being scared of death.
But now that I have Rebecca, I realize death and fear can come in many forms. The loss of her being at the top of the list.
She’s become a source of peace in the mind of a madman, and now I can’t live without it.
Without her.
“Hamlet!” A girl shouts, breaking me out of my daze.
“Great job, Miss Lessier,” Beckett nods, going back to writing on the dry erase board. “Now tell me…who knows the amount of time it took Shakespeare to finish writing it?”
Rebecca shoots her hand up. “Two years. From 1599 to 1601.”
Certified freak but still a nerd.
“Correct as always, Miss Dawson.” Beckett strokes her ego with a single slap to his thigh.
I lean closer to Rebecca, resting my elbow on the armrest of my desk. “You better cut the shit before I’m forced to teach your precious English teacher a lesson for swooning my girlfriend.”
Rebecca mocks me by beating her chest, then goes back to writing in her notebook.
I huff, straightening in my chair only to get up and make my way to the front of the class.
“Mr. Shaw…where do you think you’re going?” Beckett crosses his arms as I pass him.
“If I told you for a cigarette break, would you try and stop me?”
“Absolutely!”
Swinging the door open, I look over my shoulder to find Rebecca just as frustrated as Beckett. I wink at her before I shoot over my shoulder, “Then it’s a cigarette break.”
I’m trying a lot of new things lately for her sake, but I’m losing brain cells sitting through this fucking Shakespeare lesson.
“Mr. Sh—” He calls out, but I cut him off with a slam of the door.
That’s when a ding goes off on my phone.
Rebecca
Wtf Crayton? Where are you going?
Me
It’s either I smoke or I kill Beckett…choose wisely. Can’t pass this class without him.
Rebecca
You need to pass this class too, asshole. Your Dad is still on your ass about keeping up grades.
Me
Look at you all worried about my well-being and shit.
A minute passes with no response as I make my way to the dorms, probably because Beckett is drilling her with questions. A new trick of his when he wants to get through to me.
Rebecca
Somebody has to.
