Page 72 of Satan's Spawn
“She’s off limits to you motherfucker. How much clearer do I have to be?”
“I don’t know,” he breathes harshly, “but my guess is a lot clearer than your dad was about his ex wife.”
I’ll fucking kill him.
Dragging him out of the tub, I leave Felix stumbling to his feet stark naked right before I punch him in the stomach.
“Say a word about my father and I’ll hang that three inch dick of yours from the school’s flagpole.”
Felix hunches over, blowing out a breath. “First of all, it’s called shrinkage. Second. You can’t do shit to me. Not unless you want everyone to know therealreason your horseback riding stepmommy went looking for another saddle to straddle.”
I can feel all the blood rush to my face, and with a knee to his gut, I reach for his jock strap on the floor, and wrap it around his neck to strangle him. He fights to loosen it with his back flush to my chest, but it does him no good. After a few seconds of him tussling, Felix begins to fall limp, the life slowly draining from his body.
We’re standing in a school filled with teachers and students, obviously not the best place to live out one of my fantasies, but here I am.
It’s hard to think logically when you crave the death of someone as much as I do Felix.
The door swings open, both ruining my fun and revealing a frantic Saint.
“Hurry the fuck up, Coach is coming.” He looks quickly out the door, then back at me. “Subtly is not your strong suit, you know.”
Neither is patience.
“This shit ain’t over, Crimson.” I release him, making the asshole collapse to the floor. Peering down at him, I watch as the fucker attempts to catch his breath, his body weak.
“You’re damn right it isn’t, Shaw,” he says in a daze, rubbing at his neck. “We’re just getting started.”
15
BEX
The rest of last night was pretty uneventful. Ever since Saint boldly defended me in the hallway, I’ve noticed a lot of students back off. Other than Alexis of course, who had her minions doing her dirty work. Which included making sign-up sheets for an appointment with “The Shore Whore” and hanging them on all the boys dorm rooms.
Hey, at least they got creative.
Archer, Hendrix, even Felix helped me take them down before curfew last night, which proves to me even more that he’s ten times the guy Crayton is.
I’ve been talking to him most of the night through text, hoping my refusal to meet up with him yesterday wouldn’t dissuade him from being my friend.
I wasn’t ready after all that shit went down with Crayton, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to focus on getting to know Felix with the devil still whispering in my ear.
Crayton kept his distance after I left him hanging in the bathroom, only smoldering looks in the hall, even though they seemed to be more directed at Felix. Other than that, similar to the essence of evil in an old building, I could feel him in every corner.
Like I’m being watched everywhere I go. Even though it’s probably all in my head.
Correction:he’sall in my head.
And what better way to get the asshole out of it, than attend a pool party where he’ll be sitting on top of some throne like an evil patriarchal deity.
Which is exactly what I’ll be doing today.
I actively shake my head at the stupidity as Hendrix goes through the bathing suit options she took upon herself to buy me.
Apparently a Speedo one-piece isn’t culturally approved by teenagers on the east coast.
“You should definitely go with the red one.” She suggests, already dressed in a black criss-cross concoction of fabric covering her heavy chest and shredded blue jean shorts.
Every one of her curves are hugged perfectly in this outfit, and I admire how comfortable she is in her skin. I wish I had that confidence in mine.
