Page 18 of The Tenth Circle
I should be relieved Saint’s put me on his “Pay No Mind” list, the guy’s a jerk, and I’m way too much of a catch to be lowering my standards to swine.
Still. Jerkwad’s been pissing me off, yo.
Luckily this is a class I can breathe in—because not having Saint here leaves enough air in the room for the rest of us.
Besides listening to the very detailed descriptions of his cock, I’ve had Archer, Bex, and thoughts of Crazyman-maybe-Letterman, keeping my mind occupied.
Right now it’s mostly the last one, because Bex disappeared almost ten minutes ago to use the bathroom, leaving me without any excuses left for Mr. Gibson, our history teacher.
Stomach bug. Emergency call from her mom. She lost her phone. Which can very easily be debunked because the dumbass left it on her desk.
These days people forget children before their cell phones, but not Bex. She’s made it a daily routine.
Hoping Gibson lets her absence go for the final fifteen minutes of class, I’m back to wondering how likely a coincidence my situation is.
After all, I’ve searched the crevices of every wall in this castle, embarrassed to admit I stalked some possible contenders too.
“Miss Montgomery, where is your?—”
“Her dog died,” I cut off Gibson, not bothering to look up from my sketchpad.
If this girl doesn’t get her ass back soon, I’m sending Archer with a search party, since it’s obvious I suck at finding anything.
“What the hell, Hen?” Archer whispers behind me, the concern in his voice clear as day. “What’s taking her so long?”
I react like it’s nothing, but deep down my nerves are eating at me. As proven on the first day, the kids in this school aren’t the kind with open arms.
An idea hits me, and a second later my hand is raised.
“Yes, Miss Montgomery?” Gibson mutters as he turns, making me wonder how the heck he knew I was trying to get his attention.
“Can I use the?—”
“Sorry…myhall passdied.” It’s his turn to cut me off, and with an equal amount of sass.
“Sir, please.”
He raises a thick groomed eyebrow. “You can find out why your friend received an F on her assignment after the bell rings.”
Oh shitsy bitsies, Bex will not be happy. She’s higher strung than the thong between her ass cheeks. Which proves that she’s preoccupied with something. Maybe even someone.
About ten minutes later the bell goes off, and I’m up and out of my seat in a flash holding all of our belongings.
“I have to go see my grandfather,” Archer announces as I leave. “Let me know where she is.”
With a salute over my shoulder I haul ass into the hallway. It fills quickly with some kids rushing to their next class, but most are at their leisure or crowding lockers like we’re standing in the middle of a common room.
I don’t have the time to worry about other people’s poor academic standing, not when my closest friend here may be locked in a closet somewhere.
I’m deep in thought with ways to break someone out of Narnia when something slams into me from behind—sending me tumbling forward and everything I’m holding crashing to the floor.
“What the freak?!” I turn, face heated with rage, assuming it’s one of these five hundred stuck up bitches.
But what I find is the complete opposite.
“Oh, shit, shit.” An unwieldy wall of a man curses, already bending over to pick up my things. “I’m really sorry.”
I bend down to do the same. “The heck, dude? Don’t you have eyes?”
