Page 47 of Satan's Spawn
We’re in the common room of the male dorms, which consists of several leather couches, a large southern style fireplace, sixty-five inch TV, pool table, a few arcade games, and even a foosball table toward the back. It’s where the boarding kids usually go to chill out when there aren't any parties or plans on the roster for the night.
Our living quarters take up seven floors of a small attached building by the west wing of the main halls of the school, locked at night by a single door. The female dormitories are all in a similar building by the east wing, the same type of door being locked after our so called “curfew.”
“I’m thinkin’ around noon, since I’ll be home with the parents.” Riggs drops into an accent chair, chomping away at a snicker bar.
Saint is sitting on the floor in front of me, too distracted byThe Walking Deadon the TV to respond, and Levi, who is next to Alexis on the couch, is too busy staring at her rack to even realize she’s asked a question.
Maybe I should let them have her for a night, so they’ll finally see that huge tits only go so far when the person they belong to has the integrity of a feral cat.
“Crayton and I will probably show up around the same time.” She proves my point by running a lazy pink talon up my thigh, always trying to mark her territory, so I shove it away.
It’s times like these that doing my own school work seems a lot less irritating.
“I’m going with Saint.”
Alexis’ face falls, looking like she’s about to argue but decides against it.
“Car still not out of the shop, Cray Cray?” Riggs tosses the last bite of chocolate into his mouth. “It’s been like a week, man.”
Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you get a custom paint job and have towaitfor custom paint.
And a new fucking bumper.
“Some time next week,” is all I can manage without a scowl. Or envisioning the face that got me into this mess.
“I swear those taxi drivers are reckless, man. They don’t give a shit where they stop,” Riggs continues yapping.
I roll my eyes, keeping up with the pretenses of the old senile man since the last thing I need is any of these guys, or Alexis, knowing the real reason I crashed that day.
When nobody responds to Riggs’s comment, he moves back to the subject of Sampson’s party. “I heard from the grapevine that a little out-of-towner will be there. Should make things interesting, huh Lex?”
This finally pulls Levi’s attention from her chest to her face.
Alexis is anything but quiet now. “Fuck that little skank. Who the hell does she think she is?”
Bold choice of words for someone who gets fucked over a toilet at my every beck and call.
“She is fucking h-o-t, that’s for sure.” Riggs spells out the word as if Alexis is an illiterate, then he and Levi high five the air.
My eyes thin to heated slits on both of them, knowing damn well they remember I said this girl Rebecca is off limits, and I can practically hear the wheels turning in Alexis’ head as she studies me.
She’s wondering why the hell the idea of Riggs liking the new girl, even though everyone in this room knows he’s still a virgin, is affecting me the way it is.
She’s wondering if I care.
If I want to fuck her.
I do, but not with my cock.
I want to fuck up her life the same way she seems to be fucking up mine.
Every. Single. Night.
I see my mother in my sleep, when I’m awake. Sometimes a mixture of both. She’s everywhere now that her doppelganger showed up.
Same faces, same smiles, even same fucking scent.
I can still smell the scent of lavender from Rebecca’s hair when I lowered my face to hers.
