Page 271 of Satan's Spawn
And just like that Rebecca’s pot boils over and she’s had enough. “Can you guys please shut the fuck up?” She hisses, staring ahead. “Felix isn’t worth the time in detention we will get if you idiots don’t can it with the conspiracy theories.”
The tone of her voice is enough to end the conversation, since Rebecca’s the only one who really benefits from Felix’s death.
Beckett closes the book he was reading with a thump. “Next will be a group assignment, so go ahead and pair up in fives.” He spins around to gather papers, and we take it upon ourselves to scoot our desks together, Saint and me fully intending on riding nerd coat tails.
The wind gets knocked out of our sails by Beckett, though, who’s still busy collecting shit for the class. “Ha. Not today Satan.” He turns with a finger pointed at the five of us. “The wash women gang is splitting up.”
* * *
By the timewe reach lunch the commotion dies down, proving my point even more that nobody really gives a shit about the dick that died, but about being the first to get the story straight.
It’s been mostly quiet at our table, the mood shifting after Rebecca’s little outburst in English class. I’ve got my arm around her as she picks at her food, ignoring the guilty eyes darting her way.
Riggs is the only one attempting to lighten the mood, since Archer is busy practicing some play with his drama geeks.
“I did a thing, guys.” His lips curve into a devious smirk. “Who wants to know what it is?”
Silence.
Except from Levi who shoves his arm.
“You should not be this proud of that shit.”
Hendrix rests her elbows on the table. “Okay, color me intrigued.”
“Do not entertain his ass, trust me.” Levi rolls his eyes. “He’s a nasty motherfucker.”
“Not making me want to know any less,Leviathan.”
Levi grumbles. “Remind me to never be honest with you ever again.”
Riggs chugs the last of his Sprite, finishing it off with an obnoxious burp. “Your parents must really hate you, man.”
Rebecca perks up a bit. “Seriously. Why would they name you after a biblical sea monster?”
I huff out a breath. “It’s obvious. They fucking hate him.”
Levi shrugs. “Probably right.”
“Can we get back to the point?” Hendrix groans, turning to face Riggs. “What the hell did you do?”
“You’re not gonna like it,” he warns, and I already know who’s name is about to fly out of his mouth.
Hendrix’s face contorts. “Me? Why?”
Saint’s subtle smirk makes it even more obvious, to me at least.
“You’ll be sorry you asked, trust me,” Levi mutters as he spreads his legs, tousling his hair.
Riggs shimmies in his seat, dancing his fingers together like a villain from those stupid anime shows he busts a nut to. “I was about to shower last night, cuz it was time to groom the ballsack. You know, shit was getting swirly.”
I can feel Rebecca lurching against my chest. “What the actual fuck, Riggs? We need to know this, why?”
“Keep listening, orange top, and you’ll know exactly why.”
“You’re seriously fucking gross.” Hendrix adjusts herself in the seat, no longer interested in the asshole’s story.
“But you haven’t even heard the best part.”
