Page 6 of Make Me Lie (Rich Demons of Darkwood 1)

“Cain is an amazing quarterback,” she gushed.

Maybe we were still in high school. Maybe high school never really ends.

What a depressing thought.

“Pax and Remington kill it on the soccer field together,” she said. “And Stellan is the captain of the hockey team.”

“Jocks,” I said. “Oh, fantastic. I love jocks.”

I glanced over my shoulder at them again. They were surrounded by girls.

“Everyone loves them,” Jenna added.

“Probably not as much as they love themselves.”

Jenna laughed, but I meant it.

I couldn’t help keeping a wary eye on them as I continued to get my food.

I hadn’t met many men like them in my life, but all the ones I had known?

They were trouble.

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Stellan

It was good to be king. I smirked as Leslie Baker, a cheerleader with remarkable flexibility, winked at me and flipped her hair as she walked by. I’d fucked her in the cheerleading locker room last week, but she was good enough for a second round. That back bend was a thing to behold.

I looked over and smirked at Paxton who had a girl tucked under each arm as we strolled through the cafeteria. He had a thing for threesomes, so I imagined he was setting something up. He'd been a monster in his fight this weekend. And we still hadn't gotten to celebrate properly. He'd knocked that guy out in ten seconds. That was a new record for him. Usually he liked to play with his prey first, but the fucker had made a comment about his mom and Pax had lost control.

A sharp slap to my ass made me jump and I rolled my eyes as Remy ran by, way too much energy, as usual. He let out a loudwhoopas he rolled in and half the cafeteria answered back. Suckers.

I gazed around the room, not looking for anything in particular, just making sure everything was as it should be. We were surrounded by simpering sheep, and sometimes it's all I could do to keep my absolute disdain for these idiots off my face. If I asked any of these lemmings to lick my butthole, they'd probably do it.

Absolute idiots.

And then I saw her, a face I hadn't seen before. School was just starting, but the freshman had been here for orientation and all the athletes had to get to campus early to start practicing...so the boys and I are very familiar with the freshmentalentavailable to us this year.

And the girl that I was seeing now was not in the mix.

Wide, fucking gorgeous,familiareyes stared around the room.

But it couldn't be her. Everything else about this chick...was all wrong. Not wrong as in aesthetically unpleasing...just not as it should be.

Those eyes though.

There weren't a lot of people with violet fucking eyes. Elizabeth Taylor. And Delilah Kane.

There was something strange about that girl. Something almost...familiar.

I watched her nervously follow her friend around the cafeteria. I gave an automatic wink to a group of girls avidly watching me from a table nearby, but it didn’t have the oomph I usually put behind those kind of things. I was too distracted watchingher.

Why the fuck did she seem so familiar?

The girls all giggled behind me, but it didn’t make me smile like it usually would. I felt like a lion stalking its prey as I followed the girl to the far side of the cafeteria where she was staring at the menu for the grill line like it held the secrets to the universe.

Her friend, who I'd seen around before, really needed to tell her to order the cheese sticks. They were the only good thing at the grill. I got in line, ignoring the look of terror from the mousy kid in glasses who was standing in front of me, and watched as she began to nervously tap two fingers against the metal railing that held the lunch trays. It looked like she was tapping out a song or something. Hmm. That seemed fucking familiar too.

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