Page 55 of Filthy Few

“Oh, but it was okay for those assholes to torment me?”

He shrugs. “I wasn’t fucking you then.” My jaw unhinges as he winks, pulls his glasses down, then drives while I continue to sit here stewing.

“So, to be clear,” I look back to Vivian who is looking between me and Vox with a weird look on her face, “you're still sleeping with my brother even though you know he is the guy in the mask?” I choke on my spit while Vox just shakes his head.

“Stop telling her shit!” Vox snaps from beside me.

“Dude, you didn’t come home last night. When she called us and figured out you weren’t with any of us we didn’t have a choice!” Archer defends. Vox stabs a hand through his hair and mutters about his boys being fucking dicks.

Seeing Vox so wound up is funny so I decide to push his buttons a little bit more. “So, Viv, you know that he spent thenight with me, does that piss you off?” Vivian ponders my words for a second before she answers.

“Surprisingly, no. Most girls just want to be my friend so they can bone my brother or one of these three, but you never used me or even had to try to get Vox’s attention.”

“Vivian!” Vox warns but she ignores him.

“From the moment you arrived at the bonfire with Nexus, Vox couldn’t stop staring at you. The four of us knew it was game over for you from that moment.” I can see from the corner of my eye that Vivi’s admission is making Vox uncomfortable. It brings a smile to my face, knowing he was just as affected by me as I was by him. I mean, the guy is a tattooed fucking God and fucks like the Devil.

“So, since you’re okay with him sleeping with one of your friends, I totally think he should return the favor and let you fuck—” I don’t get to finish that sentence. Vox pulls the car to the side of the road, then has his hand around my throat and my head pressed against the window as he gets right in my face. I can’t stop the smile from breaking free. I pull the glasses from his face and toss them to the side, the dark look in his eyes has me wanting to squeeze my thighs closed to dull the ache pulsing there.

“Fuck with me all you want, witch, but don’t play games with my sister,” he warns.

“Vox!” Vivian tries to intervene but she doesn’t need to.

“Aww, Voxy baby, was that a weak spot for you, babe? Did I strike a nerve talking about your sister screwing your friends?” His grip around my neck loosens so I press forward until my lips ghost over his but I never break eye contact. “It’s not nice when you get picked on by someone you’re fucking, is it?” The four in the backseat break out into fits of laughter. Voxy tries to remain stoic but the dark look in his eyes fades. He releases me andslumps back in his seat with a huff before pulling back onto the road as I laugh along with the others.

As we pull into the school parking lot I pull my phone out and shoot Waylen a text.

Me

I miss you *4221*

Ever since we were little 4221 became our thing, it’s our code word of sorts and I guess we never grew out of it. His reply comes through as Vox parks in his normal spot.

Waylen

Miss you too.

I frown down at the screen, he didn’t say it back.

Me

4221 *Eyes emoji*

Waylen

Yeah….

Me

You good?

Waylen

Yeah, why?

Me

Nothing, forget it I’ll fill you in later.

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