Page 314 of Vicious Saint
“Why areyouso quiet?” Archer presses Levi as he slumps on one of my kitchen chairs.
Levi doesn’t offer Archer words, only harsh glares.
“Whatever,” Archer grumbles, officially giving up on the test and prying as he lies back down on the bed.
“You good, Leviathan?” I question, because he looks three seconds away from throwing something across the room.
Specifically at Archer.
“I’m fine.” His response is curt, but not nasty as he types away at his phone.
“He didn’t get to see Riggs today.” Theory mouths to me when I look at her.
Shit.
Not again.
This is the second time since Riggs was sent to rehab that Leviathan got denied a visit, even though his uncle promised he would be allowed.
“I’m sorry you didn’t get to see Riggs.” I tell Leviathan when his attention moves from the screen.
“Yeah, well, it is what the fuck it is I guess.” His eyes slice to Archer. “Every sinner pays his penance.”
A glint of sadness passes Archer’s face so quickly, you could blink and miss it. But he offers Leviathan nothing in reference to the guy I caught him fighting with the night before he got sent away.
Damn, I wish my boy would talk to me…because I don’t know how much longer I can go on giving him privacy before shaking the deets out of a pissed off Leviathan.
It’s not like Saint is any help, either, because he swore on my vagina he had no idea what went down with Archer, Riggs, and the sus as fuck fire in the girls dorms.
“Okay…enough with the weirdness.” Theory cringes. “Let’s order a pizza and watch some trashy shows, yeah?”
To my surprise, nobody fights her on this, and by nobody, I mean her irrational controlling older brother. In fact, Saintspends the next couple hours uncharacteristically chill when it comes to Theory hanging out with us.
Through three pizzas.
Two episodes ofLove Island.
He even rooted for her during the pizza eating contest she challenged Leviathan to. Which I’m pretty sure was only done to turn the guy’s brooding frown upside down.
It worked, thank fuck for small favors, and now we’re scattered near and around my bed in total zen. Something each of us could use for our own specific reasons.
“Alright, Good Guy. Here’s your chance to kick the name.” Saint removes the blunt he rolled earlier from behind his ear, using a lighter and a few pulls to get it burning.
Archer waves away the smoke drifting in his face. “Pass.”
“So. Very.Goodof you.” Saint takes a longer pull, holding it in briefly before leaning back in a chair next to the bed and blowing out a cloud of smoke.
Archer rolls his eyes, but I can tell deep down he wants to consider letting loose, and man I hope he does. Not because I think he needs corrupting, but because I know he needs a break from whatever battle he insists on facing alone.
After a few more puffs, Saint passes the blunt to Leviathan who’s in a chair facing him. “Make sure you get her home by midnight, motherfucker.”
Levi chuckles, but stays mostly to himself as he smokes, and despite my excitement to switch from cigarettes to pot, I don’t have the heart to ask him to pass.
So, I do the next best thing and ask Saint to grab me a beer.
Of course, he comes back laughing, holding a stupid spiked seltzer.
Note to Hendrix: if you want a specific drink, get up and get it your own damn self.
