Page 38 of Satan's Spawn
A quiet that has chills prickling my arms.
What the fuck is this guys problem?
I could easily knee him in the nuts in an attempt to flee, but I don’t. I won’t even hedge, because I know a jerk like this feeds off of his victims reactions.
So, I give him nothing.
Not even when he lowers his face to mine, so close I can sense mint on his breath. Heat from his skin.
I. Don’t. Budge.
l meet the asshole’s gaze head on like one would a mountain lion, hoping like hell I don’t get eaten alive. Or seem intimidated.
I am intimidated by him, though.
I don’t know Crayton Shaw—but as he towers over my petite frame, peering down at me with a ferocity so intense you’d think he’s seeing right inside my thoughts, I find myself getting lost in the depths of those sapphire iris’.
They’re still so beautiful despite his crude behavior. And there’s that heaviness in them I still want to figure out.
It makes a ton of sense given how hostile he is to those around him.
Or maybe just me.
I’m yet to figurethatout.
And have no time to deliberate further, because the callous tone of his voice forces my joints to lock tight as he says, “Welcome to Riverside, Little Ghost.”
Little Ghost?
What the hell does that mean?
* * *
The corridorsof Riverside went from looking like they belong in a royal manor to a fortress of doom within minutes after third period.
Even the sconces are no longer giving off the patrician vibe they once did, no, now they seem more like weapons that can be used to take me out.
It’s as if I’m stuck in an alternate universe based solely off the board game CLUE.
Crayton Shaw, in the library, with a freaking candlestick.There.
Everything went to shit after my standoff with Alexis and Crayton. Whispers in the hall were immediate, and although I haven’t seen Crayton since he almost broke my toe with his stupid boot, I canfeelhim everywhere.
In the taunts of the guys.
The scoffs from the girls.
Death glares from Alexis, who I’m unlucky enough to share Math with also.
Hendrix walked with me to my class after English, but I don’t want her holding my hand, especially since the next two periods weren’t ones we have together.
Lunch is, though, which I’m thankful as fuck for.
“I heard she fucked one of her previous teachers in California. It’s why she had to move across the country.” A blonde offers me a cruel smile as I pass, not bothering to be discreet with her lies.
“I heard the bitch gave him an STD, too.” A brunette with a pixie cut counters, slamming her locker shut.
Jesus.
