“No, he got all pissy with me again,” I heard Devney say. “I mean seriously, if he liked me even a little, he’d be more than willing to go vegetarian for me. We’ve been together for three months. What is it going to take?”
The bathroom door opened and I let out a sigh of relief when I heard Searcy say, “Seriously, move. Why are you taking up so much space?”
I had to giggle.
“Sorry,” Devney snarled.
I loved Searcy so much.
Searcy walked past, and I saw her Crocs stroll past the stall door.
“I gotta go. Searcy is in here now.”
Meaning, she couldn’t talk shit about Webber now that she knew Searcy was in here.
“No.” Devney lowered her voice. “I’ll try to convince him with a blow job tonight. Maybe he’ll agree to do it then.”
That made me physically sick.
I sat down on the toilet as nausea rolled through me.
Just the thought of her doing that to Webber…
It made me want to cry.
Searcy flushed and came out of the toilet beside me.
“Nice Crocs,” Devney said.
“Ugly face,” Searcy said.
“Why do you hate me so much?” Devney asked.
“Because you’re a two-faced bitch and I don’t like you,” Searcy said. “Webber might be thinkin’ with his dick right now because you have a tight snatch and big tits, but he’ll eventually see you for the worm that you are and leave you. You should start counting your days now.”
“Fuck you. You don’t even know me,” Devney said.
“I know him. I also know that he may not admit it to himself, but he has a huge thing for Silver. You’re only a placeholder until he can figure out how to keep her without having to deal with her father,” Searcy shot back.
“He does not like Silver.” Devney snorted.
“Watch them,” she said as her voice started to drift farther away.
The door opened and closed, and I assumed Searcy left.
There was a short, frustrated growl, then the door opened and closed again.
I waited for another couple of minutes, then headed out myself.
I purposefully went down the length of the table that would have me squeezing behind Webber, Devney, Searcy, and Dima before I got to my seat.
Everyone scooted up but Webber.
Instead, he got up and pushed his chair in, then turned slightly so that his front was facing my front as I came passed.
“’Scuse me,” I murmured.
“You’re okay, girl,” he murmured back. “Heading to the bathroom myself.”