Page 94 of Knight

He pushes the screen in my face and the world around me blurs, the chatter around us coming to a muffled murmur.

“Harder!”

Moans blare out of the speaker.

My moans.

Twenty-One

I’m warmer now, my body and face filled with heat.

“Wh—”

The sounds from Christian’s phone are so loud it stops people in their tracks. It’s like he has it on top volume and my eyes double, reaching for the phone. He pulls it back, his mouth sealed shut.

Fuck.

“Say it, Jo. Say it!”

My lips are stuck together, my throat closing in. Some students around us catch the video but he doesn’t care. He keeps his phone up, his jaw tightening the longer the noises come out of it.

Moans.

Pants.

My moans. My pants. His groans.

“Damien!”

“Thought so,” he scoffs when I don’t say anything, leaving the phone in my face. Damien and I look so entangled in each other. So hungry so … wild. The angle is high like it came from a security camera but there’s no denying what we’re doing. Not one bit. Without a doubt, we’re doing the dirty right on the kitchen floor.

When he’s had enough, he turns around to walk away before he stops, arms flapping by his side. “You know,” he starts, looking up at the sky before looking down at his sneakers. “The fact you lied about it makes it so much worse.”

I’m not cold anymore. Oh, no. I’m boiling with rage. Heat floods my face with embarrassment. Anger. “Where did you get that?” I finally ask.

“If that’s what you’re worried about then I was wrong about you.” He shakes his head, lip curled to his nose in what I can only assume is disgust before he turns to walk up the stairs.

There’s a huge glob in my throat and I’m frozen in place. But when he reaches out to grab Damien’s hand in that bro-ey way they always do, I’m fucking pissed. As if I needed any more confirmation that this was all his doing. My nails sink into my skin, my eyes narrowing on him. Damien did that on purpose. He didn’t have to send him the video but he did. The worst part? They’re still friends while I get the shit end of the stick. The humiliation. The rising heartbeat.

I storm up the steps whether I want to or not. I’m too angry to think, my feet leading the way and when I reach the top, Christian rolls his eyes. “I don’t want to talk to you, Jo.”

But I don’t care, I get right in his face and he backs up for a second before he looks around, straightening his posture and looking down his nose.

“You can’t act like a white knight all honourable and spotless when your friends with the fucking devil.” I dart my eyes over to Damien and he smirks. My fists clench. “Remember who’s quick to throw the first punch if you even look at something he thinks he owns.”

Now Damien speaks up, “I do own you, Medusa.”

“Shut up!” I spit.

“You know what?” Christian glances back at the both of us. “I don’t need either of you.” He starts walking into the school but calls over his shoulder, “You’re both perfect for each other, you know that? But you’re too fucked up to see it.”

He leaves me standing in front of Damien then he smirks, “Even loverboy knows it.” Damien approaches me, his boots touching mine. In his realm, I’m like I’m on a diet in a candy store. He looks so good but I won’t dare touch it. “You done running, Medusa? I’m not gonna chase you forever.” When he brings his lips to mine, my body tenses. “It’s simple. When I call, you answer.”

My eyes narrow, fighting everything inside me. The knot in my stomach, the tingle between my legs. “Go to hell, Damien.”

When I storm inside I take a minute to catch my breath before I head to my locker, my palm marked with where my nails almost pierced my skin.

If you think your life is hell with me, wait until you see it without me.

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