Page 56 of Satan's Spawn
“With Felix? Really?” He lowers his voice. “He’s not much better than Crayton.”
Well, given the score on the game of “Who Can Be The Bigger Prick To Bex,” maybe it’s a good thing Felix isn’t much better than Crayton at a few things.
He’s been nothing but nice to me, even when I catch him staring at my chest. Felix is your typical hormonal teenage boy, whereas Crayton can pass for a convicted felon hiding behind a fancy private school uniform.
“Felix has done nothing other than show some interest in getting to know me, which is more than I can say for anyone else in this school besides you two.” With that, Archer leans back in his chair, accepting my answer.
“Honestly, anyone is better than that tattooed creepazoid,” Hendrix mumbles without looking up from her notebook. “Who’s still staring at you by the way.”
As if I didn’t already know that, Crayton hasn’t stopped since Felix asked me to accompany him to the party this weekend.
It makes me wonder if his hatred for my new friend outweighs his love for torturing me.
“I don’t give a shit what he does, I only have to be subjected to his shit for eight hours a day, then I’m off to hide out in my dorm.”
“You are aware he lives here too, right?” Archer mumbles.
I pick up my pen and go back to doingourassignment. “That’s what locks are for, Arch.”
“And pepper spray,” Hendrix adds.
The three of us start snickering just as Mr. Beckett calls on our group, asking if we’ve completed the assignment.
By the skin of our teeth, maybe.
“Yup. All done.” I hold up the paper and Mr. Beckett offers a nod of approval.
“Who out of your group would like to present to the class?” he asks, looking between the three of us.
Dear God no, the last thing I need is more attention on me. Or to come eye to eye with Alexis and Crayton.
It’s as if Archer can read my thoughts because he takes one for the team by raising his hand.
Mr. Beckett welcomes him up with a small bow and gesture of his hand, so when Archer reaches out for the sheet, I give it over to him with no hesitation, relieved to not be marking myself an easier target than I already am.
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CRAYTON
Satan’s spawn.
The words play on a loop in my head, turning my blood from warm to a steady hot.
This name may be a common insult for handsome gentlemen like me, but it’s as if this girl knows exactly how to push every single one of my psycho level buttons.
What is it about this Rebecca that has so much fire blazing inside me when she’s around? Other than who she resembles?
I’ve spent the whole forty minutes in English examining her closely: her movements, body language, the way she chews on her nails when she’s nervous. How she color coordinates everything as if the walls around her will crumble if she doesn’t stay organized. Smiles to herself every time she gets an answer right.
Rebecca is smart, maybe too smart. Like she uses up all her energy studying the world instead of living in it.
All these details were enlightening until Felix decided he had a death wish and started flirting with her in my face. Then all I could focus on was how captivated she was as that asshole eye fucked her from his desk. I couldn’t hear what he was saying to her, but I know whatever it was had venom intertwined with it. Even as he followed Rebecca out of the classroom at the end of the period.
Felix has been moving in hard, even though I know he got the message that Rebecca is off limits.
She’s mine to ruin.
Mine to break.
