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“You’re watching me,” she says, shaking her head.
“Lick it or I will. Don’t waste it.”
A little bold,Devon.
She holds my eyes again when she brings her fingers to her mouth and sucks. Fuck me, am I really going to get hard over this?
Jealous.I’m so fucking jealous of those fingers. I’d love to see her take those wet fingers and—
“Hey, Shithead,” Darci interrupts. “I’ll take that refund now.”
I grab the bag from the counter and head for the door. “See you later, Ally.”
“You don’t have to be nice to him,” I hear Darci tell Ally as I leave the room.
When I get to the landing, I glance back over my shoulder in time to see Trevor pull Ally onto the couch next to him and drape his arm around her shoulders. Maybe he doesn’t notice how she shrinks uncomfortably under his touch, but I do. I watch for only a few seconds, but it’s long enough to see her make up some excuse to move and sit next to Morgan instead.
I shake my head and start back up the stairs, but catch Trevor’s attention before I do.
“Hey, Devon,” he says. “Your earrings look pretty.”
His friends have done a terrible disservice to society by convincing this guy he’s funny.
“Thanks,” I tell him over my shoulder as I head to my room. “I bought them to go with my new purse.”
A few of them laugh as I continue down the hallway, open the door, and step inside.
“Shit,” I say to myself as I close the door.
I forgot my fucking purse.
I mean, my backpack. With my books. Since I have no desire to walk through that again, I resign to watching television. It’s not that I’m afraid of them—I’m not small by any means, and I doubt any of them have actually been in a real fight before, and well…I have. And contrarily, most of themareafraid of me on account of the whole Satan worshipper thing.
I could probably walk back out onto the landing and start spewing some Latin, and they’d shit their pants.
I just don’t have the mental space for any of that bullshit.
After a couple of episodes, it’s quiet enough that I do risk that trip back downstairs. The living room is dark and empty when I pass through.
But Ally is there—again—sitting on the floor by the back sliding glass door. And she looks like she’s been crying.
“Hey,” I say, sliding down the wall and onto the floor beside her. I reach over and lay my hand on her shoulder. She winces and sucks in a breath through her teeth.
“Oh, shit. Sorry. Did I hurt you?”
“Yeah, I just…hurt my shoulder a few days ago. I…fell off my bike.”
I noticed the scratches on her neck in the kitchen earlier, too. I bet those are from the same accident.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she says.
“Where’s Darci? Where’s your friend?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t care,” she says. “Idon’t. I don’t even like Trevor. But he said that he liked me. And…that’s not why I’m crying. I can’t really explain why I’m crying.”
Oh.
