Page 78 of The Devils They Are
As we approach a familiar looking home near the entrance, I nod toward it. "That's Hunter's house."
Bexley frowns, observing the large house that's similar size to mine. "Dean Lannister's?"
Shit. On reflection, it probably wasn't the greatest idea to tell someone from Cedar where the dean lives. But for some reason, the words had slipped out before I could stop them.
As if sensing my anguish, Bexley laughs. "I'm not going to set it on fire."
"I wouldn't put it past you," I reply dryly. "After all, your own school got burnt down."
She suddenly stopped, much to the displeasure of Klein who gives us both the side eye. I pause as well, watching her curiously.
"You think we burnt down our own building?" she asks sternly. "I'm fairly certain it was someone from Willowbrook."
"Us?" I scoff. "Why would we be interested in destroying it? In case you haven't realized, we're not exactly loving your presence at school."
Bexley cocks an eyebrow. "Well, someone burned it down. And we're going to find out who."
"Be my guest."
Shaking her head, she continues walking, jolting a little when Klein takes off enthusiastically. "Why do you hate math?"
I groan at the change of subject. "It's a bullshit subject that makes no sense."
"It does if you apply formulas correctly."
"The only formulas I care about are in computers."
"Then why did you pick it?"
"I didn't," I shoot back quickly, realizing my mistake.
Bexley stops abruptly again, this time pivoting her body to face me. She's tall, but I still glance down at her, keeping my face free of admissions.
"I knew it," she snaps. "You weren't in the class when I arrived. Did you switch classes?"
"That's none of your business, Spencer."
She tilts her head, eyes narrowing. It's a little unnerving. I know she's trying to read me, ready to pull my mind apart until she finds the answers that she's looking for. "You changed classes. Why?"
Her tone is all business, demanding. I grin, unbothered and immune to her death stare. Reaching out, I grasp her chin with my fingers, giving her head a little wobble. "Because I was so keen to keep an eye on you. We can't have you causing problems now, can we?"
Her hand slaps mine away, eyes flashing dangerously. "You asshole. You three will really go to extraordinary lengths to be a pain in the ass."
"Yet, you're the one who fucked Rylan. We must have something going for us if even you wanted to jump on that joyride."
Bexley shoves Klein's lead into my chest. "Walk your own damn dogs. And solve your own fucking equation," she snipes, turning around and heading back toward the house.
I readjust the leads to make sure I have both dogs securely. "Oh, come on, Spencer. Don't be a sad little dick rider."
All I get in reply is her middle finger, flipped over her shoulder as she storms back toward the house. Sighing, I look at Calvin and Klein, their beady eyes pleading for more pavement time.
"Well, I guess it's just us three now," I murmur, tugging the lead to signal them to start walking. "Protect me from Soph's wrath when we get home and I'll give you extra treats."
Chapter twenty-eight
Bexley
Whoknewthatapplyingfor a bank loan or a job would be so difficult?
