Page 84 of Satan's Spawn
I don’t know how long we stay here, but enough time passes for more people to join us in the pool. What was once a neglected body of water with floating donuts, is now the base of the party because of the three guys surrounding me.
I have no idea where the fourth one is, and quite frankly don’t give a damn.
I’m lying, both to myself and the universe. Nobody but myself and the universe needs to know that, though.
“Yo, Lex!” Riggs shouts across the pool, and at first I don’t realize who it is he’s calling, until the Ice Queen herself appears through a crowd. “There’s still some space left in front of me.” He taps the water. “Why not come fill it with your fine ass?”
Alexis lowers her humongous Chanel sunglasses, glaring down at me. “I’d rather chew on glass.”
And I hope you swallow it.
“Your loss. My boner reaches nine inches and I’m a fantastic dancer.” Riggs fists his package under the water, thrusting it back and forth to the beat of the song. “And like Shakira said, what’s between these hips don’t lie.”
“Fuckin’ hell. No wonder you never get laid.” Levi smacks the back of Riggs’s head. “You joke as bad as you flirt.”
For some bizarre reason, I find what Levi says downright hysterical. Likely a reaction from all the tequila.
I’m doubling over in laughter, unable to contain the ugly snort that vibrates the inside of my nose. Alexis walks away with her usual mean girl eye roll, which only intensifies the drunken giggles.
Oh, boy I’m a mess.
A very…relaxed mess.
A two seconds shy of doing the running man kind of mess.
The original version of course, I’m not a poser.
“Unless you drop the P for an L!” I throw my hands up over my head.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Saint chuckles.
Okay so I said that out loud. Good to know.
“Nothing! What time is it?”
Saint looks down at his watch. “Almost four.”
We’ve been doing this for over an hour?! Where the hell are my friends? My date?
My antagonist?
I would be more concerned if I had the ability to feel anything other than tingly and giddy all over.
I guess Saint didn’t realize how long we’ve been indulging in drunken shenanigans either, because when he looks up from his watch he’s whistling for both Levi and Riggs to get out of the pool.
“No, I don’t want you guys to leave. I actually like you.” I whine.
This makes him smile. “You ain’t too bad yourself, Bex. We’ll be right back just gotta handle some Royal business.”
“Are you referring to the team or your little tribe of stupidly hot guys with a God complex?”
One a devil complex.
“Aww, you think we’re hot, Bex?” Levi swings his arm over my shoulder and pulls me into him. “I speak for all of us when I say you are by far the most fuckable Cali girl here.”
I’m also theonlyCali girl here.
It’s Levi’s turn to get smacked upside the head. By Saint this time. “Let’s go, dick.” He places a hand on my shoulder. “We’ll be back in a few, Bex, just hang tight here and I’ll keep an eye out for your friends to let ’em know you’re looking for them.”
