Page 24 of Little Devil

“JJ–”

“Go to hell, Noah.”

He shuts his mouth and I head outside through the fire escape in the corner, feeling surprisingly better about myself than I have in weeks.

11

Jordyn

“How much sugar is in this?”

“Too much for Mommy Dearest to find out about,” Kian jokes, dropping down on the sun bed beside me. “We’ll just have one treat and then stick to vodka, yeah?”

I laugh lightly and knock his glass with mine, leaning back in my own seat to sip the multicolored cocktail he made me just now. The early afternoon sun beats down on my body and I drop my sunglasses over my eyes, using the makeshift shield to scan the crowd of half naked teenagers without being obvious.

Me and just about every other senior are spending our Saturday in Kian’s huge back yard, taking full advantage of the infinity pool and the fully stocked bar he paid for with his daddies’ credit card this weekend.

I’d planned to skip the party and stay at home, but Kian showed up at my house just after lunch and practically wrestled me out the door, ensuring me he’d punch anyone who looked at me twice.

He’s a lying little bitch, but I don’t call him out on it.

Even three weeks later, people still stare at me and whisper shit when they think I’m not looking, and it doesn’t help that Penelope’s currently sitting with Sienna and Noah in the hot tub by the pool. She hasn’t spoken to me directly and I hope it stays that way, but I don’t miss the guilty looks she keeps giving me, half smiling at me like she’s expecting me to go over there and clear shit up between us.

I do no such thing.

Penelope’s a good actress and an even better manipulator, and I want no part in whatever twisted game she’s trying to play with me.

“Babe, will you do my back for me?” Kian asks, turning over to lie on his front.

I nod and set my drink down on the coffee table between us, taking his pineapple scented sun screen from the mini fridge to squeeze a bit onto my palm. I work it into his shoulders and down to the band of his neon yellow speedos, not missing the eyes on my hands while I do it. I smirk to myself and lift my glasses to peek at Travis, subtly holding the bottle up with a look that says you want it, all you gotta do is come and take it. He stays where he stands and I shake my head at him, frowning when I spot Xander standing beside him with a sneaky little knowing look on his face.

What is he..?

“Xan knows.”

My eyes widen and I look at Kian, unable to hide my surprise. “What?”

“Shh,” he laughs, leaning up on his elbows to bring his face closer to mine. “He caught me staring at Travis when we were at the gym last week and–”

“The gym?”

“Yeah, he was helping me lift weights, spotting me or some shit,” he explains, waving that off like it’s irrelevant. “Anyway, he asked us straight up if we were fucking and we didn’t deny it, then Travis took me to the bathroom and fucked me with his ton–”

“Okay,” I cut in, slapping a hand over his mouth to shut him up. “I don’t need to hear that part.”

He laughs again and I drop my hands to my lap, confused as to why he’s acting so calm about this. We all know Kian’s gay but Travis isn’t out yet, and if he’s forced out or caught out before he’s ready, I’m worried he’ll freak and break Kian’s heart in the process.

“Ki, he could tell somebody.”

“Yeah, I thought that, too, but he was weirdly fine about it.” He shrugs. “He even told Travis to shut up when he tried to explain it away. He won’t say anything.”

My brows dip and I look at Xander, honest to god wondering if he’s not as much of an asshole as I’ve made him out to be, but then I catch him moving his greedy little eyes over my body and change my mind.

He’s still an asshole.

He fails to hide that stupid grin of his and I roll my eyes for good measure, dropping back in my seat to take another small sip of my drink. He’s made his intentions perfectly clear, more than once, but I’m not interested, and even if I was, I could never go there.

He’s too cocky.

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