Page 349 of Vicious Saint
HimI can get on board with.
Something all of my people seem to agree with.
“I’m so freaking happy you’re back in school, Hen.” Bex practically squeezes whatever’s left of Saint out of me.
My eyes dart around the classroom, then at her with a raised brow. “Should I be saying the same to you?”
“No way.” Bex leans back into her desk. “I’m strictly here today for moral support.” She pauses. “And to hand over the essay I forgot to give to Beckett.”
“For a week,” Beckett deadpans, slapping today’s assignment down on her desk.
A story about a small town in Italy. Go figure.
“I told you Potato ate the first one,” Bex argues. “You even laughed when I sent you the pictures.”
“And the four days after that?”
“I was with Crayton!”
Beckett rolls his eyes playfully as he gives the last five of us papers.
Yup. Five. Because Bex isn’t the only extra body in the room.
“Oh, no thank you.” Theory, perched on top of the desk next to Leviathan, holds up a hand when he gets to her. “Quiet reading assignments isn’t really my thing.”
“Then speak the assignment out loud.”
“Yeah…speaking isn’t really my thing either.”
“So then why are you here, Theory?”
“What Bex said. Duh.”
Not bothering to beat a dead princess, Beckett takes off down the row, leaving me, Saint, Theory, Bex, Archer, and Levi to our little circle of truants.
“How’s the cuts on your head doing?” Archer asks as I tie my hair up in a bun.
“Still sensitive to touch, but other than that, the side mirror didn’t stand a chance.”
The joke was meant to keep the conversation light but fails miserably when all it’s met with is uncomfortable silence.
I blow out an exaggerated breath. “So, what’d I miss? Anything juicy?”
“Other than Archer’s dad about to throw his hat in the governor’s race?” Bex jumps right in, then covers her mouth with an oops.
It’s a string of more awkward events as my mouth falls open, Saint’s head whips to the side, Theory mumbles, “oh shit,” and a stone-faced Leviathan clenches his jaw.
In other words, I don’t need to see my best friend’s foot to know it just kicked my other best friend under the desk.
“Nothing is set in stone,” Archer addresses everyone but Levi.
Who, judging by the steam coming from his ears, is probably the one who needs convincing the most.
The reason why hits as a memory from the hospital, one specifically of his uncle, Riggs’ father.
“Wait.” I blink a few times. “Isn’t Riggs’ dad running for governor?”
“He is,” Archer responds tightly.
