Page 293 of Vicious Saint
Theory snorts. “Oh, please. You got him wrapped around your pretty middle finger.”
“You. Are. Delusional.”
She gives me a look that screams “Oh, yeah, sure” then tilts her head to the nearest classroom, making the entirety of the uptight group screech to a halt. “Alrighty guys, this ismoi.” Theory passes me to get to Saint, then kisses him the same way she did Vic earlier.
“Check ya later, sissy.” She winks at me, then struts off carefree as Stanley follows.
Saint shoots a glance at Levi, who then follows Theory too.
“Doesn’t Levi have Biology?” I question when we’re moving again.
Saint’s jaw is sharp enough to cut through glass. “I’ve got him shadowing Theory until shit blows over.”
“So, he switched to each of her classes…sounds oddly familiar.”
The joke, as cute as I think it is, falls on deaf ears as Saint glares at something in the distance. It alarms me at first, but when I trail his line of sight I find not anit, but asomeone.
Stevenson, hand in hand with his girlfriend, trying not to look at us.
“Really?” I deadpan when he tightens his arm around my shoulder. “You’re publicly pissing on me, now?”
Saint’s lip twitches into a scowl when Stevenson casts a glance at me. “Motherfuckers need to know you’re mine.”
“I’m not an object, you dingbat. So quit it with the caveman shit.”
Of course, the fucker does the complete opposite, lifting my chin and tilting my head to face him. Saint’s lips are close, tooclose for any stepbrother to have near his stepsister. “A caveman would fuck you right in the middle of the hallway for your loser ex-boyfriend to watch.”
Zero doubts Saint would do just that if I agreed.
And a small, very sick part of me would consider it if it meant staking a claim on him too.
“Haven’t you tortured the guy enough?”
“Not even close.” His icy glare returns to Stevenson until he’s behind us. “I still didn’t punish his ass for not letting you sit on his face.”
Enter…whiplash.
“First of all!” I whisper. “Lower your voice…and second of all, you may quite literally be the only dude on this planet to go from possessive caveman to getting mad at your girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend for refusing to eat her cooch!”
Saint tilts his head with a lazy shrug. “He made you feel insecure.”
I blink at him. “You are such a freaking anomaly.”
The second Saint and I pass the threshold into the classroom, I’m met with Mr. Beckett placing a hand on my shoulder. “I heard about the mugging, Hendrix. I’m so glad you’re okay.”
Mugging. Right. Becausethat’sa believable reason to amp up security at the school.
“I am, Mr. B, thanks for checking.”
A friendly nod turns to a shake of Beckett’s head when Saint glowers at him, then the hand he’s using to comfort me.
Unlike the halls, the passing of English class remains pretty anticlimactic, the max shock factor being a tie between convincing Archer to shut up about Gunner’s cousin and Saint reading aloud a passage from Romeo and Juliet.With me.
There’s also been Annalie’s satisfied glances at my lips, and me holding out a paper that says “At least my scar won’t be permanent, bitch.”
Grammatically correct and everything.
“So, what’s the plan for tonight, Hen? Slumber party?” Archer beams from the desk beside me, packing up his books.
