Page 222 of Vicious Saint
What the fuck can go wrong?
“It’s the end of October, you nut job.”
“So what? It was like seventy-eight degrees yesterday.”
Another reason to hate global warming.
I hike my backpack over my shoulder. “Can’t swim.”
“Did I say we’d be diving into the water?”
Jesus.
What I’d give for this drink to actually give his ass some wings.
“I’m pretty spent from this weekend. You know…when you dragged me and Carlo to your cousin’s house party?”
Archer holds open the doors to the back of the school, where I can endure the rest of this torture with a cigarette pressed to my lips. Poor Carlo behind me, though, looks exhausted enough to contemplate leaving me to fend off the bad guys myself.
Or at least put out a hit on Archer.
The sound of pouring rain engulfs us the second we’re out of the building, leaving Carlo very little time to flip open the umbrella as we run to the nearest shelter.
An opened umbrella table.
“Since when are you such a damn drag, Montgomery?” Archer asks, water dripping from his hair onto his forehead as he sits crisscross on top of it.
“Since when are you such a damn party animal, Beaumont?”
Don’t get me wrong, Archer always loves a good time, but lately? All he wants to do is go to parties, and now it seems he’s moved on to throwing some of his own.
It’s almost like he’s afraid to slow down.
Or maybe stop and think.
Especially about me, since I much prefer the night life to take place in the actual streets of the city. Not some glorified frat houses he swears are better than clubs.
“Signorina…”Carlo points to the surface next to Archer, his Italian full of concern as he warns me it’s wet.
Every day this guy becomes more and more freaking adorable.
“My ass is already drenched and way too fat to drown, buddy,” I tell him with a hop onto the table.
Carlo’s in full “trying to interpret English mode” as he steps a few feet back under his umbrella to give us space.
Archer hugs his knees to his chest. “I just wanna make the best out of senior year, that’s all.”
Pulling the half soaked Newport from behind my ear, I bring it to my lips and spark the end of it. “I think it’s been pretty awesome already, all things considered.”
New drama.
New marriages.
New enemies.
New dangers.
Both visible and invisible.
