Page 97 of The Rivals' Touch

Abigail shrugs, but a smile plays on her lips. “It’s good for her to feel threatened once in a while.”

Legacy’s flowery perfume announces her arrival. “Oh, look! If it isn’t the bitch, going after things that don’t belong to her as usual!”

Abigail snorts a laugh and grabs her bag. “Pleasure as always, Legacy.”

Legacy walks up to her. Careful not to be overheard, she says eerily calm, “If I see you touch Remi again, I’ll kill you.”

“Legacy!” I hiss, my hands fisted by my sides; she might as well piss on me.

She turns to me but keeps her eyes on Abigail as she whispers, “When I said you could do what you want, I didn’t mean you could fuck Abi!”

Abigail presses her lips together to stop herself from laughing. Legacy’s friends are clueless about what’s happening. But they have their hips cocked and eyebrows quirked in support of their queen anyway.

“I’m not fucking stupid. I can see what’s going on!”

“That doesn’t excuse you being a jealous bitch!”

“Oh!” laughs Legacy, crossing her arms over her chest. “That’s rich coming from you!” Then she widens her eyes and brings out the sarcasm. “This is one of those moments when I should say, ‘Babe, fuck other people,’ but then you get angry because I let you. Now that I’m saying a resounding ‘fuck no,’ I’m a jealous bitch?”

“Women, eh?” Abigail shakes her head. “Confusing as fuck.”

“Shut up!” Legacy snarls at her.

“You should come out of the closet and tell your friends you lick pussy at night.”

Legacy’s mouth falls open. “How fucking dare you?!”

Abigail quirks her brow. “Am I wrong? Oh, I’m sorry. I must have misunderstood the situation, but that’s okay. You see, unlike you, I do lick pussy. If you don’t want Remi, I’ll gladly make her feel good!”

I don’t know if I want to cringe or laugh. This situation is stupid but funny at the same time. Especially when Legacy turns red in the face and says, “If I see you touch her again, it’ll be the last thing you do! You don’t want to mess with me!” She flicks her brown hair and walks out in her usual dramatic way, leaving us in a cloud of perfume that reminds me of a field in summer.

“She’s so moody,” chuckles Abigail. “I don’t know how you put up with her.”

I drag my eyes away from the door. “You just had to wind her up, didn’t you?”

“Come on,” Abigail grins, nudging my shoulder with hers. “We’re teenagers. We’re supposed to have silly drama.”

“It comes our way regardless. We don’t have to create it.”

“Like I said, a little perceived competition is healthy for Legacy. You’ll thank me later.”

I laugh as we exit the classroom. “Healthy? Are you sure she won’t bury you in her backyard?”

The hallway is packed with students on their way to lunch.

Abigail hums under her breath, hands on the straps of her backpack. “There’s always the possibility. It wouldn’t surprise me if she had a couple of bodies hidden out there.”

I pull Abigail to the side, away from the stream of students. “How did you figure it out?”

“Figure what out?” She leans on the locker next to mine.

“That Legacy likes girls. It’s not obvious, so how did you clock it?”

Abigail follows a girl with her eyes. Unlike Legacy, Abigail doesn’t hide her sexual preferences. I would have figured it out sooner or later without Legacy telling me. “I’m not sure. She’s been obsessed with you for longer than I can remember. And more than a competitive obsession. She didn’t go out of her way to be a bitch to the other head cheerleaders.”

“But she’s with Zayd.”

Abigail’s eyes come back to mine. “Yet she doesn’t bat an eyelid when he fucks other girls. Since you turned up here at Aycliffe, she corners me if I even dare to look your way. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.”

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