Page 15 of Devil's Bargain

THREE

“I have a question,” I ask when I join them all at the lockers the following day. The thought won’t leave my head.

“Oh god! This can’t be good,” Josh says, leaning his shoulder on one of the lockers.

I ignore him. “Who’s Selina to Batman?”

Ben lifts his eyes from the phone in his hand. “I swear you get more random by the day!”

I roll my eyes and sink back against the locker next to him. “One of you must know?”

“Selina Kyle is Catwoman. Batman’s main love interest,” Ben says, pocketing his phone. “Any more random questions?”

Nibbling on my bottom lip, I meet his gaze. “So if you say you have superpowers, and I call you Batman, and you reply, ‘See you later, Selina.’ Is that flirting?”

“Whoa!” he laughs, holding his hands up by his sides. “Slow down.”

I blow a piece of hair away from my face and look at him pointedly. “Well, is it flirting?”

He smirks. “Yes, April. It’s flirting.”

“Huh…”

“Who’s flirting with you?” Nina asks, holding on to the straps of her backpack on her shoulders.

“No one,” I reply, pushing off the lockers.

“Sure.” She sweeps her eyes down my body as we start walking. “Why are you dressed up?”

My heart jolts in my chest. “I’m not dressed up.”

“Then why are you wearing a black leather dress?”

We turn a corner. “Can I not wear a dress?”

“Do you ever wear a dress?” Josh butts in, grinning.

I glare at him. “Mind your own business!”

“This is us.” Nina nudges her head to the classroom to our left, then says to the others, “Move along, all of you.” We link elbows, and she pulls me into the room, waving over her shoulder.

The other students are already here and are bored waiting for the teacher to arrive if the paper airplane that flies overhead is anything to go by.

Nina plops down on her chair. “Are you going to tell me why you’re dressed in a leather dress that shows both legsandcleavage?”

I look down at my breasts and take a seat. “My ladies deserve to see the sunlight once in a while.”

“Mmm, right, right,” she replies drily. “Where is this sunlight, April? It’s cloudy outside.”

A wave of cologne hits me when Rick and Jamie walk past. I trap my bottom lip between my teeth, my eyes on Rick’s butt in those faded jeans.

“Oh, hell no!” Nina exclaims, slapping the table. She laughs. “What? How? When?”

“Ssssh! Keep your voice down!”

“You’re still staring.”

I tear my gaze away from Rick’s broad shoulders. “Fine. I’m not staring anymore.”

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