Page 54 of Satan's Spawn
Damn him, damn him.
Crayton’s swift thinking left me no choice but to try and figure out how the hell to change the code for the lock he stuck me with. But, after ten minutes of Googling the brand, I learned it’s a one time deal. So, the only way to change the passcode was to…surprise…buy a brand new lock all together.
Ugh.
Crayton is a conniving asshole, which is exactly what I’m thinking as I glare daggers at him, watching a proud smirk lifting his lips as he pretends to focus on the lesson.
Saint Lavell, Crayton’s best friend, who I’ve come to learn about from a distance, sits right next to him, typing away at his phone.
“Pssst” Hendrix hisses from behind me. “Earth to angry Bex.”
I blink away the jerk to my left, and turn to face her as Mr. Beckett writes some stuff on the dry erase board.
“What’s up?”
“You tell me,” she whispers, “you look like you’re about to stab someone with that glitter pen.”
I look down at my pink gel pen, the one I use for color coordinating my notes, and realize I’m squeezing it harshly in my palm.
Only a single someone.
“I’ll explain after class.” I say quietly, noting Archer’s curious expression too. “But just know, we are going to slay that damn pool party tomorrow.”
Archer fists the air in silent celebration, and Hendrix’s grin is satisfied as she leans back in her seat.
After she told me her plan about going to the party, I was still walking through skepticism like a tightrope throughout the following days.
Well, not anymore.
Fuck all of these rich snobs at Riverside.
Fuck Crayton Shaw.
I can’t tell if he can hear me from the perch next to his Ice Queen, but I hope he does. And I hope he knows what little effect his scare tactics have on me.
Liar, liar.
I blow out an annoyed breath as I turn around, then a familiar smooth voice snags my attention.
“Well, that’s the best news I’ve heard all day.” Felix eyes me over his shoulder, giving me the same flirtatious wink he’s been sporting for days.
“It’s barely ten in the morning,” I say in my best flirty tone, especially since Crayton’s cockiness turns lethal as he watches me encounter Felix.
These two have some bad blood, that’s obvious. Which will work well in my favor.
Enemy of my enemy and all…
“I don’t need to see the rest of the day to know.” His eyes peruse my neck, my chest, all the way down to the pen I’m tapping against my notebook. They bounce to meet mine again when he adds, “What I’m looking at now is all the confirmation I need.”
Damn, real smooth, Felix.
I bite my bottom lip, playing this up as much as I can since for some ridiculous reason I’m enjoying the effect it’s having on my nemesis. “I bet you tell that to all the girls.”
“Never meant it as much as I do now, though.” He turns completely to face me, disregarding the prying eyes as he pulls the pen from my hand to examine it. “Come with me to the party tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at your house.”
I’m about to deny his request when I feel two fingers pinch the back of my neck, making my wince, and I don’t need to turn around to know it’s Hendrix telling me I better not decline.
Felix is popular, not Crayton popular, thank heck for small favors, but he’s still on the football team and has a pretty large following around school.
