Page 13 of Little Devil

All because I dared her to.

I probably don’t deserve all the credit for her little outburst tonight – that was all her – but I won’t deny the twisted thrill rushing through me at the fact I played at least a part in the unravelling of this epic shit show.

Penelope’s still sobbing in the kitchen with some blonde chick I think is Sienna, Travis and Kian are swallowing shot after shot with their heads hung low, looking sheepish and guilty as fuck, and Noah’s still searching this big ass house from top to bottom, still looking for the girl who got the fuck out of here the first chance she got.

I should probably tell him she left, be the good guy my mother raised me to be and put him out of his misery, but it’s more enjoyable for me to watch him seethe like an angry toddler who’s gone and lost his favorite toy.

“Where the fuck is she?” he growls, spinning in a half circle to glare at Sienna for the third time in ten minutes. “This is all your fault, you know?”

“My fault?”

“Yes, your fault,” he grits out, lifting his phone to show her the video she posted on Instagram earlier tonight. “If you weren’t such an attention seeking slut she’d have never caught me up there.”

“Dude.” Travis shakes his head, sighing when Noah slides his glare this way. “Just.. sit your ass down and chill out for a sec, yeah? You’re acting crazy.”

“I don’t give a fuck!” he shouts, throwing his hands out to emphasise his rage. “My girl is gone, you idiot. What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

“Maybe try keeping your dick out of her best friend,” I offer, shrugging while I finish the last of my drink. “See if that makes a difference.”

Several pairs of eyes pop wide in shock and Noah pulls his head back, gesturing to me with a thumb thrown over his shoulder. “Who the fuck is this freak?”

I cock my head at him and my cousin looks at me, raising a brow with a look that says aren’t you gonna tell them? He’s probably expecting me to sit here and brag about who my parents are, but I’ve got something better to brag about. Smug as fuck, I stand and place my empty cup down on the kitchen island, stepping closer to the boyfriend until our noses are just a few inches apart.

“I’m the freak who’s gonna steal your girl.”

His nostrils flare and Travis closes his eyes, dropping his head to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Fucking hell, Xan.”

I laugh lightly and shove my hands into my pockets, backing away from Noah to tilt my head at the front door. “You comin’, Trav?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, pushing himself off the counter to toss a half hearted wave at his friends.

They mumble their goodbyes and he follows me outside, snatching the keys from my hand with a drunken shake of his head.

“What?”

“I wasn’t kidding earlier,” he says, bypassing my car to tip his chin at the road up ahead. “It’s not that far. I’ll give you a ride to get your car in the morning.”

I shrug and fall in line to start walking, not missing the obvious slump in his shoulders or the way he won’t stop running his hands over his face.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” he mutters, rolling his eyes when I hit him with my best I call bullshit look. “I just feel bad for JJ, man. I mean, it’s bad enough finding out you’re being cheated on, but to catch them on her birthday in front of almost everyone she knows.. it fucking sucks.”

Wait..

“It’s her birthday?”

He nods and I frown, turning my head to glance back at the direction she drove off in earlier.

Fuck.

6

Jordyn

A loud, persistent knocking sound echoes through my bedroom and I groan, blindly reaching for my pillow to bury my head beneath it.

Go away.

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