Page 25 of Only ever you-Ana & Byron
They locked eyes. After a beat, they gave each other a small, subtle nod of understanding.
Then she tilted her head. "How do you know it's a he?"
He grinned, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "Your papa knows things,tesoro."
She smiled, just a little.
She knew what she must do.
Chapter twelve
Chapter 12
It didn't take much to lure Cathy to the toilet no one used anymore. The grimy one tucked behind the sports shed, where the taps dripped rust and even the spiders looked fed-up. The floor was littered with used condoms and syringes.
One of the boys, a Year 12 winger who owed Ana a favour after she tutored him into a C in numeracy, passed Cathy a folded note from Byron during PE.
Have something to show you. Urgent. Toilet behind the shed. Don't tell anyone. Bring your phone–B.
Cathy, predictably smug, sauntered over fifteen minutes later, swinging her hips like someone was watching. No one was. Cadi stood just inside the cracked doorway, arms folded, lips pressed together in a line of barely-contained fury. She had most of the story and she was a willing recruit. She made sure to shut the door with a snap and put her back to it as soon as the unsuspecting Cathy walked in.
Ana waited further in, under the flickering fluorescent tube, leaning against the sink like she owned the place.
Cathy wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, smells like piss in here. What the hell is this?"
"Probably the stench of the last time you fucked someone in here. It suits your vibe," Ana said coolly.
"Where is Byron? I wondered why he would ask to meet me in a public toilet like he's some desperate freak. The last time he took me to the Hilton. "
Ana didn't rise to the bait. "Alrighty then, little pussy cat. Let’s see what you have in those pockets."
Cathy's brows lifted. "Excuse me?"
"No, I don't think I will since you were the cheap slut holding a pile of blackmail material like you're auditioning for Gossip Girl: Skank Edition."
That made Cathy flinch and her eyes widen a little before narrowing into slits.
Cadi shifted, arms crossed. "Also," she added, voice cold, "I don't think Gray appreciated you trying to sexually assault him last week. Jay-sus, how desperate can you get?"
Cathy scoffed. "I can’t help it if the guys think I am attractive, Cadi."
"Yeah, about as attractive as getting HIV. Figures that you were sleeping through the important bits in PSHE."
"Well, he didn't seem to mind," Cathy smirked. "Maybe he likes girls who are not as flat as a board."
"Maybe he likes girls who aren't walking biohazards," Ana muttered.
"Oh, shut up, four-eyes," Cathy snapped, turning back to Ana.
Cadi straightened. "I think we are wasting time here, Ana. Let’s get on with it..."
Ana stepped between them smoothly. "This isn't a girl fight, Cathy. This is a warning. Hand it over."
Cathy rolled her eyes. "What?"
They were on her before she knew it. There was a short scuffle, a threat to toss her in the dirty closet head first and some minor hair pulling .
"Cadi, sit on her for a bit. The floor is eeeww... Let me have a loooook..." said Ana, Cathy’s phone in hand, her thumbs moving at the speed of light. "Wow, this is a new low even for you, Miss Pussy. I didn't even think you could take photos of your arsehole from that angle. I think I need a copy of that."
