Page 11 of The Devils They Are
“Can’t say we didn’t warn them,” Tai remarks.
“Yeah, about that,” Hunter cuts in. “What was the go with that comment last night?”
Tai shrugs casually. “I have the utmost pleasure of sharing History with Bexley–we’re even desk neighbors.”
“Sucks to suck,” I grin. “You’ll be able to keep an eye on her at least. She’s a fucking snake. They all are.”
We pull up to the lockers, dumping our belongings and collecting what we need for first period.
“I give it until the end of the week,” Hunter says. “She’s not as tough as she makes out to be.”
My lips pull up into a lopsided smile. “Wanna bet?”
“Fuck off with your bets. It’s too early for that shit.”
“I’m just saying; The bitch has balls. She didn’t even flinch when I got up in her face.”
Tai leans back against his locker, resting one foot against it. “She’s certainly got a mouth on her.”
“Muzzle her then,” Hunter suggests, rolling his eyes with clear annoyance. “We just need to do whatever is necessary, as quickly as possible.”
“The repairs are going to take weeks easily, maybe even months according to Dad,” I say. “So, leaves us little choice other than making them fall into line. What a pity.”
They nod, the sound of the first students starting to arrive as people move through the hallway to their lockers.
“Wolf Pack,” Tai grins, holding up his knuckles. Hunter taps them with his own before I do the same with theirs.
“Wolf Pack,” I repeat. “Let’s rip them to pieces.”
Chapter five
Bexley
Thoseassholesruinedmyorgasm, and now they have ruined my Tuesday.
I was ready to be all peppy and optimistic, but as soon as I turned the corner to the hallway, I spotted their backs as they walked off in the other direction. Thankfully, they didn't see me, but I did have half a mind to fling something at their heads.
After they left the beach, the vibe kind of died so we called it a night. Yesterday was exhausting—mentally and physically—and we decided it was better to get some rest for school today.
Gym for first period should be illegal and punishable by law. It's way too early to be running around and the weather is already heating up for the day. The Ford doesn't have a working A/C, so I had both windows down on the way here, but the stale, warm breeze just made me want to go back to bed.
Following the hallway to the other side of the building, I vaguely remember my bearings from yesterday. Thankfully, the track isn’t hard to miss when I emerge through wide double doors and I make my way down to the female locker rooms by the edge of the field.
It appears empty as I pull into a stall, changing into the slightly too-small black shorts, and an extra-large white shirt. It's not ideal, but at least the shirt partially covers my ass since it's threatening to break loose. Though, I’m not confident that it will help once I start to run. I hope the stitching is premium on these shorts and they don’t rip and flash my ass to everyone.
There's still no one in sight when I walk out of the stall, but a sudden "Fuck sticks!" has me jumping and looking around wildly.
"Uh, hi?" I ask, determining that the voice came from one of the toilets and not God himself.
"Oh, thank goodness," a soft voice mutters in relief. "This is embarrassing but do you have a spare tampon? Hell, I'll even accept a pad. Anything except for this one-ply sandpaper."
Laughing at the toilet paper comment, I open my bag and start to dig around. "No offence but you'd think with Willowbrook's money they would at least provide some decent toilet paper."
"You're telling me," she groans, letting out a tiny squeak when I reach under the door and hold out a Tampax. "You're the fucking best."
For some reason, I feel compelled to wait. It seems rude of me to run out now, so I stand by the basins, until the toilet flushes and a blonde girl with vibrant pink ends walks out.
Her green eyes look at me warmly and I take in our matching outfits, surmising she must be a senior about to start gym as well.
