Page 197 of Scrimmage

We both fall to the ground in fits of laughter.

Yang. My best friend, Yang.

More memories filter in so quickly I can’t grasp them.

“So you believe in the Universe and shit?”

“Not really,” Koda shrugs. “What do you believe in?”

I think about it only for a moment. “Good and evil. You?”

“Mm,” he rumbles in his chest. “Right and Wrong.”

I straddle him and his hands trail my hips lightly. I can feel him underneath me.

“Which one is your favorite?” I whisper in his ear.

He focuses back on me, that sharp jaw fighting the urge to take more. “You.”

“But I’m Wrong,” I reason.

“So am I,” he murmurs on my lips.

Koda. Koda fucking Armory.

“Do you like art?” The annoying copper-haired girl asks.

“Listen,” I say. She sits there with bright hazel eyes, and waits. She waits and waits and waits.

“I’m listening,” she finally prompts me.

“That was called Silence. It was fucking peaceful.”

“You’re in a mood today.”

“I don’t know how you’re always so fuckin’ cheery,” I snap. “It’s like I traded one torture for another.”

She pokes around at the peaches on her tray. “You’re a cunt.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” she says lightly. “You’re a cunt. You’re the cuntiest cunt I’ve ever met.”

“Cuntiest isn’t a word.” I roll my eyes.

She frowns. “You get the point.”

“That’s really the best you’ve got?” I smirk.

“And you’re a bitch.” The words are foreign on her little Christian tongue. She pronounces each letter.

I breathe on my nails, and pretend to buff them on my chest. “You’ll have to do better than that.”

Her knuckles are white on her fork. “You’re the cuntiest damn bastard bitch slut fuck shit ass whore cunt of the…of the…god…of the goddamn century!”

The guard glances at us, unsure if he’s about to have to break up a cat fight.

I smile. “I’m proud of you.”

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