Page 177 of Vicious Saint
“TMI, man.”
Another shrug as he slides them on.
My hair is naturally straight, but I put an iron to it anyway, focusing mostly on swooping my bangs.
Saint watches me through the mirror the entire time, even while I apply some makeup, as if we’ve got nowhere to go.
“Skirt’s a little short, don’t you think?”
I stop applying eyeliner, dropping my arms to the side. “Not a fucking chance you’re gonna start this shit.” His lip twitches as I grill him through the mirror. “And nobody can know what we’ve been doing. Got it?”
This may sound like a demand, but it’s really a test.
Wanting to see where Saint’s head is at so I know where to put mine.
In idiot land, I suppose, because the idiot gasps.
“What have we been doing?”
“Get going!” I demand, back to dressing my eyes.
“You gonna do that black pointy cat eye thing?”
Yes.
“Why do you wanna know?”
“Just like it, that’s all.”
“Well…I’m undecided.”
Saint shakes his head in amusement, then stands, finally walking out the damn door.
School discussion is in full swing by the time I enter the dining room, finding Vic, Mom, Auntie Pop, and Theory already halfway through breakfast.
“Sorry I’m late.” I smile awkwardly as I park next to Theory, placing my bag on the floor.
“No worries.” Vic pokes some eggs off his plate, taking a bite. “Your brother’s even later.”
Although without details, Theory isn’t naive to my situation with her brother, which is why I accept her apologetic smile.
“Here you go, dear.” Darla appears at my side, putting a plate of eggs, pancakes, and bacon in front of me, then fills up a glass with orange juice.
“Thanks, Darla.”
She nods and walks away.
“So, kiddo, are you excited for senior year?” Auntie Pop sips what I’m sure is a mimosa.
“In a way, yeah.”
Mom points a fork at me. “It’s gonna be a great one, you just watch.”
“Do you both have your schedule?” Vic asks, and Theory swipes it out of her blazer pocket, waving it at him.
“And you, Hendrix?”
“Yup. It’s in my bag.”
