Page 99 of Satan's Spawn
“Science says an orgasm can do that.” His smug grin has me tightening my fist.
“Can you give me back my medicine you dick?”
“I don’t know.” He takes a pull. “You didn’t ask very nicely.”
“How dare you break into my dorm room and go through my things.” I march over to him and rip the cigarette from his mouth, throwing it down on the floor and stomping it out with my sneaker. Crayton watches me with a bored expression as I kick the dead bud across the room. “That is the ultimate invasion of privacy and I’m two seconds away from heading straight for Beaumont and letting him know what you did!”
He turns, leaning his back against the wall. “Funny, I thought you’d consider me recording you moaning my name the ultimate invasion of privacy.”
He is not allowed to make semi-valid points right now.
“Just give me back my medicine, Crayton.” I clench my jaw, holding out my hand. “It’s very important that I take them at the same time every day, and denying me access to my medication is going way too far.”
He smiles wickedly down at me. “Oh, Little Ghost, when did I imply I would deny you your fix?”
“I’m not addicted to Adderall, you idiot. It’s prescribed by my doctor, so hand them over right now.”
“Ah, yes. Dr. Lance from La Jolla Neurology and Associates LLC.”
He’s stalking my doctors now too?
“How the hell do you know my doctor’s name?”
Crayton gives me a look, as if the answer is obvious. Then I realize it is, because Dr. Lance’s name is on the bottle, along with the name of the office.
“Let’s just say a little birdie told me.” He muses instead.
“Whatever, you had your fun now give me the damn bottles back.”
“I’m not even close to being done with you, Rebecca. In fact, our fun has just begun.” Crayton ambles over to me in the exact, if not the same, shredded black jeans from yesterday, only this time he’s wearing a military style vest over a white tank top. I can see the entirety of the creepy goat’s face when he stops in front of me, along with the rest of that arm tattoo. “Here’s the situation.” Crayton pulls a single pill from his vest pocket, and holds it up for me to see. “I got myself into a tiny predicament with my bleeding heart of a father.” He examines the pill in his fingers. “See, Papa Shaw has this incessant need to fix me, make me a better person.” Crayton doesn’t seem angry by the idea, only mildly inconvenienced. As if his father trying to help mold him into a decent human is considered infra dig, or unbecoming of his nature. “He thinks taking away something very important to me will teach me some sort of life lesson.”
His car.
Archer was right, keeping your enemy close can be beneficial to the cause.
“And what the hell does this have to do with me?” I ask with a fold of my arms.
“Everything.” He responds coolly, waving the pill in front of my face. “It has everything to do with you because it’s your fault I lost it in the first place.”
Having this conversation is like trying to navigate through a labyrinth. Your body may be moving, but you’re still not getting anywhere. In fact, that goes for every conversation I have with Crayton.
“How the heck is it my fault you lost your car?” I swipe for the pill, but Crayton is quick and pulls his arm back.
“How’d you know I was talking about my car?” He questions, fisting the pill in his hand to protect it.
“I’ve got birdies too.”
Crayton licks the bottom of his full lip, seeming impressed with my response. “The details are classified. But here’s how this is gonna work.” He pauses, clearing his throat. “Since you’re the one responsible for making me lose my most prized possession, it’s only fair I become responsible for yours.”
“Crayton, you are seriously delusional if you think I had anything to do with your father’s decision to take your car. I’ve never even met him.”
He ignores my comment and continues on as if I’m nothing more than an ear for him to chew. “My father has given me a six week sentence for my…minor transgressions. During this time I have to not only search for the car he’s hid so expertly from me, but I also have to prove I’m behaving in school and staying on top of my work. That’s where you come in.”
Oh, a big flipping hot hard pass, buddy.
“Again. You’re delusional. I have my own work to stay on top of. I won’t be adding yours to the list. Why don’t you ask your little Ice Queen Alexis, I’m sure she’d be happy to do it for you.” I roll my eyes. “Amongst other things.”
There’s that grin again. “Green is not your color, Little Ghost. Besides, Alexis has become more trouble than she’s worth.”
