Page 78 of Satan's Spawn
A crowd forms around us even though it’s obvious Saint is fooling around, and for some reason I feel like humoring all of them. I stand to my full height, swiping at my bottom lip before matching Saint’s stance.
“Let’s go Mister Star Quarterback. Come teach me a lesson.” I jab the air, getting in character with Saint, and everyone around us eats the performance up with whistles and howls.
The next couple minutes we dance around the open space pretending to fight, Levi and Riggs hollering for Saint to kick my ass, and the rest of the party rooting for me. I catch Saint in a chokehold and fake punch his ribs, leaving him crying out begging “Daddy Cray” to go easy on him.
The entire crowd erupts in laughter when Saint bends over for me to smack his ass, which I make sure to do extra hard.
When the commotion dies down Alexis appears, sauntering over to us in a gold bikini with some random bleached blonde at her side. I’ve never seen this girl before and I don’t know what Alexis is smoking to think it’s okay to bring strangers around us, especially ones that look like that.
“Hey boys,” she waves, the masses of people splitting like the red sea so she can pass. I don’t even spare her a glance as I reach for my shades on the table, covering my eyes before sitting.
I’m leaning back in the chair as she approaches me. “Cray, baby, this is Gabby, she’s—”
“Turning the fuck around and leaving.” I snarl, not even allowing Alexis to finish the introduction, she knows the rules as well as the guys do.
Her friend looks like a deer caught in headlights, and Alexis crosses her arms.
“Seriously? She’s my—”
I stand abruptly, the chair I was sitting on skidding back and toppling over. “I don’t give a fuck if she’s your conjoined twin, she ain’t welcome here.” The entire area goes quiet, only the music playing on the speakers can be heard as Alexis turns red with anger and her friend white from embarrassment.
Alexis has no idea why I dislike blondes, and never felt the need to ask since it was always less competition for her. Right now she’s challenging me, though, and I don’t know why but she better put down the crack pipe and fall in line.
Or else she’s going to be brought to her fucking knees in front of everyone.
She swallows, contemplating how far she wants to go with her little experiment, but before she can say anything the friend intervenes.
“It’s fine, I’ll go.” Blondie squeezes Alexis’ shoulder and turns to walk away like anyone with a decent brain would in this situation.
Alexis keeps her angry gaze locked with mine, and for a second I think she’s going to be a decent human and march off in protest with her friend, but her queen cunt mask returns to her face the instant she strides over to the seat next to mine. She sits calmly in the chair, crossing her legs and ordering some random sophomore to fetch her a drink.
I begrudgingly sit next to her, unable to wait for the day I can kick her trashy ass to the curb.
“So what time did you guys get here?” Alexis asks, as if nothing happened.
Levi whistles, calling over a couple girls waiting on the sidelines to be noticed.
Two brunettes head over to our spot, tits bouncing in their tiny bathing suits, holding some type of fruity drinks in their hands as they slide onto his and Riggs’s laps.
“Since eleven-thirty,” Saint answers, because I’m still too fucking annoyed with what she tried to pull.
People who know me a lot less know better than to try me the way Alexis just did. She’s getting too comfortable with our arrangement and it’s about time she gets a reminder of where her place is. Which is under my boot on a good day.
Around twenty minutes pass, more people show up, including Beatrix and Annalie. The passing time gives me the chance to cool off, but not enough to join in one of the many useless conversations taking place.
I’m back to smoking and drinking, catching bits and pieces of Saint going on about football and Riggs going on about, well, Riggs. I keep to myself as I wait for Rebecca to show up, and every minute that passes increases my hunger to fuck with her.
I’ve been thinking long and hard about the question she asked me the last time we were alone together, and why I’m growing this fierce obsession with the girl.
I’ve never given a shit when chicks ratted me out to Beaumont, so why do I care so much that this one didn’t?
Why do I feel this weird connection to a girl I should be revolted by?
Why does the curve of her breast behind a stupid robe entice me more than any of the bodies I’ve ravaged at school?
My emotions are all jacked up, but the one constant is this need to be close to her. To know where she is and what she’s doing at every second, and it no longer has anything to do with my mother haunting me.
One moment I hate Rebecca, the next I can’t stay away from her, and all I can think about now is what I’ll do when she arrives.
