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I stomp past him, flipping my pink hair over my shoulder as I go. It could use another coat of dye. Something else to pick up during our shopping trip later.
“Savage,” a boy from the year below me calls as I’m stomping past. He also smacks my ass making my right butt cheek sting like a bitch but raises both hands defensively when I glare at him. His smile soon fades when he sees something over my shoulder. I take in his face, putting him down as a potential— NO. No. I’m not doing that. Not anymore.
I grin, flashing my teeth when Nokosi grabs the boy by his hair, making him whimper, and throws him to the floor as though he weighs nothing.
“That’s what you get,” a nearby girl says to the kid who is curled into the fetal position on the floor. I recognize her to be Mackenzie, I share a couple of classes with her. She likes my hair. “Touching girls without their permission. Scumbag.”
Nokosi spits at the guy and wraps me under his arm again. I lace my fingers through his that are hanging over my shoulder. “Can’t let you anywhere alone,” he whispers in my ear.
“Guess you’ll just have to escort me everywhere then.”
After he bites the ear he just whispered into, I squeal and pull away, giving a friendly nod to Mackenzie who is standing by an open locker. I’m guessing it’s hers. I’m surprised to see the inside door full of article cutouts of the School Sigil Searer serial killer. She must be obsessed too.
“We should introduce her to Bobby or Joseph. They’d get on great.”
Nokosi glances behind him to see what I just saw. “She’s hot, they’d dig her.”
“Don’t call her hot,” I admonish, frowning. “I’m the only hot girl you know.”
“You’re not hot. You’re scorching. Roasting. Metal couldn’t withstand your heat.”
“Shut up.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Laughing, I tuck my hand into the waistband of his school pants, grab his boxer briefs and pull them as high as they’ll go. I have never heard Nok squeak so high-pitched.
I run all the way to the office, his footsteps close behind. By the time I get there I’m a mess of hysterics, tears streaming down my face.
“Miss Deville.” Mrs. Plumley pushes her glasses up her nose and tips her head back so as to look at me better. “Thank you for coming.”
“I’ll be waiting,” Nokosi says ominously so I shut the office door in his face, laughing when his glaring eyes continue staring at me through the glass panel in the heavy door.
I wipe my face with the back of my hands, using my phone screen to check for streaks of makeup. I’m good.
“Your attention, Miss Deville.”
“You wanted to see me?” I ask, turning back to face her.
“I still don’t have your records.”
“Oh, those,” I wet my lips. “I have them coming, I swear. I’ll bring them in the next few days.”
“You must, it’s extremely important I have them.”
“No sweat, Mrs. P. I promise. It’s taken a bit of time because of how many schools I’ve attended.”
She nods, her face softens with understanding. “It’s hard being under the control of parents who have jobs that take us to many places. I was an army brat myself. We were always moving. You seem to be adjusting well enough to life at Lakeside prep.”
I shrug both shoulders. “I do my best to fit in.”
“Your schoolwork has been exemplary, and your teachers have no complaints.”
“I’m glad to hear it, Mrs. P. It’s nice to have you who understands too.”
“I do.” She looks honored, likely because she relates to me and she probably doesn’t get that very often. “Well, off you go. Please don’t forget your records.”
I dip my chin and turn to pull the door open but Nokosi already has it pushed to a full ninety-degree angle.
He nods politely at the desk lady and takes my hand in his.
“When I said you should just escort me everywhere, I didn’t mean it,” I whisper, smiling wryly at him.
He ignores me and continues on his way, despite the fact he’s now going to be late. His class is on the other side of the building.
We kiss at the door to mine, deep but brief, and I watch his ass as he saunters away, a dreamy smile on my face.
“Please don’t take that,” I whisper at Willow who is about to stuff the dark blue nail polish into her pocket.
She rolls her eyes to me and pouts petulantly, making her thick lower lip pointed and cute. “But it’s so much fun.”
“I know it is and I get it. You know I do. I’m not opposed to a bit of five-finger discount, but I’ve decided I want us to stay and can’t have the cops sniffing around me over a shoplifting accusation.”
She drops the bottle onto the floor, it doesn’t break but it does clatter loud enough to draw the eyes of the bored-looking college student running the store while reading a magazine.
