Page 30 of The Hallows Queen

Oh fuck.

“Who’s that?” Levi asks, making me jump. I realize he’s sat up and leaned over me to look at my screen while I got sucked into my phone.

I immediately lock the screen of my phone and drop it into my lap. “No one.”

“Let me see,” he says, grabbing for my phone.

I shoot daggers at him with my eyes, feeling heat spread over the back of my neck. “Mind your business, Levi.”

His brows pull down, and his mouth curls into a humorous smile. “What’s the big secret?”

“You guys ready?” Logan’s voice makes both of us look across the room to see her and Carson strolling in, both of them with wet hair and pajamas on.

“Ready,” I say, looking back at Levi, hoping he understands to keep his mouth shut. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything, just relaxes back into the couch and puts his attention on our friends.

“What movie are you going to make us watch tonight?”

Logan and Carson have made themselves comfortable on the opposite couch, and Logan is already scrolling through the movies on the TV. She chuckles, but doesn’t answer.

“Oh god,” Levi groans. “Some girly shit? Okay, but we aren’t watching The Notebook again, I can’t cry like that tonight.”

I snort, kicking Levi’s leg playfully.

Carson laughs. “I don’t think any of us want to see you cry like that again, Valentino.”

Logan smacks him with the remote. “You cried when we watched Marley and Me, so don’t make fun of Levi.”

I shake my head as we all laugh, and Carson’s hand goes to his girlfriend’s neck. “Some things stay between us, remember, baby?”

She shakes him off. “Yeah, yeah. Now everyone be quiet, it’s starting.”

As I get comfortable on the couch, I’m desperate to pick my phone back up and keep stalking Penelope’s life on the internet. Now that I know her last name, it’ll be easier to find her on other apps.

Works at Luxington High School.

The words haunt me a little, but at least I know where to find her – especially if she doesn’t respond to me when I text her. It might complicate things that she’s employed by my high school, but I’m sure someone so young is only some sort of secretary or some shit. I’ve never even seen her before.

There’ve been a few people I’ve frequented – as far as sexual conquests. It’s not allhit it and quit itall the time; I’ve had some exchanges that lasted a handful of rounds. There’s this little feeling inside of me that keeps screaming at me that I need to fuck her again, need to touch her again, andgoddamn,I need to eat her pussy for every meal.

I’m not done with her just yet. There’re still so many things in my imagination that I need to do with her.

No one I’ve met at Amethyst has ever fucked me that good – no one anywhere, really. She was fucking unhinged, a wild goddamn animal. The sex was unreal. The scabs underneath my shirt are proof of that, tingling and itching so good that I want to peel the skin off just to make the memory of her drip out again.

I pull up the contact I saved with her number, my thumb hovering over the button to send her a message.

It’s been two days, it’s time.

Pressing the button, I start typing.

Me:

Meet me at Amethyst tonight?

I lock my phone and drop it between my thighs in a panic, looking up at the TV to find the opening scene for Finding Nemo playing.

I chuckle, looking at Levi out the corner of my eye. “You’re definitely going to cry.”

Chapter8

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