Page 40 of Butterfly

What did it matter if I was going to hell for it?

I’d promised myself I’d do anything to make Leslie mine—and this was part of the anything.

My phone buzzed, distracting me.

Did it work?

It was from an unfamiliar number with a New York City area code.

who the fuck is this

I typed.

Jack Feldman. Did the Vixen work?

Speak of the fucking devil. He even used punctuation like a sociopath. Who the hell used periods and capitalization in text messages?

why don’t you know that yourself

Haven’t tested it on anyone. Haven’t found the need to, yet. Your girlfriend is my guinea pig.

Alarm briefly swept through me. Vixen was an aphrodisiac, but it shouldn’t physically harm Leslie. If it seriously hurt her…

I swear to god Feldman this shit better not have long term negative effects

or I’m going to come to Reina’s campus and shove my stick up your ass

turn you into a human shish kabob

That’s a nice visual.

Don’t worry, it shouldn’t hurt her.

The only person who’s going to be hurting your girlfriend is you.

I swallowed, unsure how to respond. Although I felt some relief at the confirmation that Vixen wasn’t going to have long term ill-effects on Leslie, Jack just putting it out there caused me a moment of self-doubt. Drugging her to get what I wanted was fucked. I knew it, Emory knew it, and Jackclearlyknew it.

And then another text came through:

That’s not a bad thing, if it gets you both what you need. But you need to be honest with yourself about what you’re doing.

I relaxed. He was right. So I asked,

why do you keep calling her my girlfriend

If you wanted to score some Vixen and Vice so you could take advantage of some unsuspecting girl at Tabb who doesn’t matter to you so you can get laid, you’re a pathetic incel jackass who doesn’t deserve to fucking breathe. But if she matters to you, and deepdown, you know this is something she needs, but this is the only way you can get her there…then I’ll let you live.

I stared down at my phone, shaking my head.

Enjoy the Vice, too. You can tell me all about it when we beat you next month.

There was no way in hell I’d let his team beat us.

whatever man

i’m not telling you shit about my dick

and you’re not gonna beat us

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