“He should be.” She tosses my phone onto the countertop.
“Thanks,” I say as it bounces a couple of times before stopping right before it falls off the edge. “Not like I have important shit on that or anything.”
“Let me know if he says anything else to you.” She growls. “And by the way, tell Seth to lighten the fuck up.” She glares at my neck. “He’s a man, not a vampire.” She looks over my hickeys and bite marks.
“Oh, you noticed them?” I ask, pressing my fingers to the sensitive skin. I’ve heard of a few tricks to get rid of them, but I chose to wear them with pride. I didn’t even bother caking on the makeup.
“Of course,” she spits out. “Cover that shit up.”
“Have a nice day,” I singsong as she walks out of the kitchen.
I smile, picking up my keys and walk out the front door. The moment I sit down in my car, my cell begins to ring. “Hello, darling.” I greet Seth.
He snorts at my pet name for him. “So, did it work?”
I smile to myself as I pull through the open gate, waving to the guard who sits in the guard shack. “A woman never kisses and tells.”
“Deke wanted to kick my ass.” He growls.
“He still might.”
“Cole too. I might be able to take one of them, but not both.”
I hide my laughter at that. Either one of them would knock his ass out with one hit. And I didn’t need to read Austin’s journal to know that.
Sighing, he adds, “I hope it was worth it.”
“It will be.” I hang up without telling him goodbye.
Twenty minutes later, I pull into the high school parking lot and park my car. I’m going through my locker looking for my books when my cell dings.
Smiling to myself, I pull it out of my back pocket knowing exactly who it is. And she doesn’t disappoint.
Becky: YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!
“What has you in such a great mood today?” Lauren asks, coming up to me.
“It’s Friday,” I answer.
“No.” She frowns. “It’s actually Monday. Are you high?”
I shrug. “Same thing.”
My phone dings again, and I look down at it.
Becky: I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD, DEMI! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS! YOU FUCKING BITCH!
My sister hates being ignored, so that’s exactly what I do. Instead of responding, I exit out of her message and look up Deke in my phone. The night he and Cole had broken into my house and he tied my hands behind my back, Cole had taken pics of me and Deke. I’m not sure why and haven’t asked, but Cole had sent them to an unknown number in my phone. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out it was Deke’s number. I pull it up and send him a message.
Me: My sister knows.
I stand in the hallway holding books in one hand and my phone in the other waiting for a response. He doesn’t make me wait long.
Deke: What exactly does she know?
I smile and type out my reply.
Me: That you took my virginity. In her bed.
