Page 66 of Satan's Spawn
Well, that answers…something I guess.
I’m as blonde as they get.
“So why in the world would you suggest I come over to you guys and say hi?”
He makes a tsk sound with his teeth. “Yeah, good point. Let’s not do that.”
I groan, and am two steps in from stomping off when Saint grabs me by the arm to stop me. Something these guys really need to quit doing.
“For what it’s worth I think you can be the exception.” He says, leaving me even more confused about Crayton than I was before.
“Dude! What the hell?” Hendrix stomps over to us holding my bag. “You disappeared for over twenty minutes. Gibson was pissed.”
Saint’s grin is wide as she stops next to us, and Hendrix returns the sentiment with one of her signature dirty looks.
“I don’t believe we’ve met, either.” He holds his hand out for Hendrix, looking all too satisfied as his eyes peruse her body.
“Uh. Hendrix,” I start the awkward introduction. “This is Saint, Crayton’s best friend.”
She looks down at his outstretched arm. “Gross.”
“Harsh,” he counters, dropping his hand, and I’m relieved there’s a hint of a joke in his voice.
“You’ve been hanging out with him?” Hendrix turns to me. “Seriously, Bex?”
“Hey. What’s wrong withhim?” Saint pouts.
“Besides the rumors you’ve slept with the entire female population?”
“Not theentirefemale population.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “But we’ve got time, Hendrix. It’s only the first week.”
“You’re a pig,” she abhors, and with that I see the first glimpse of annoyance coming from Saint.
“I was in the bathroom, Hen,” I say through my teeth, wanting her to take the hint. I don’t need to know what’ll happen if Saint goes savage on her, too.
A voice clears from behind me, and by the looks of both Saint and Hendrix I can tell I won’t like who it is.
“Miss Dawson,” the headmaster calls, making my shoulders stiffen. “A word, please.”
I turn slowly, coming face to face with Archer’s grandfather.
“Uh. Yes, sir?”
“In my off—” He begins, but pauses when his eyes widen on my neck. “What in the world happened to you?”
Hendrix is already examining my neck, and when I press a hand to the cut, I’m surprised to find drops of blood on my fingers.
It must’ve started bleeding again.
Saint is at my side, also checking out the wound, and panic sharpens his features when he puts two and two together.
He saw both Crayton and I leave the same bathroom.
“What the hell happened to you, Bex?” Hendrix asks.
I could do a tell-all right here, get that asshole in some deep trouble carrying a weapon in school, let alone using it on a student.
But here I am, actually worried for him, knowing if this gets out there’s no going back. Authorities would have to be notified.
