“Shay, seriously, why on earth would we need to see the train wreck that are those two?” I ask her.
Beaming a full-toothed grin, she replies, “Come on, Ry, any moment where Samantha Davenport is embarrassing herself is a great day for humankind!”
“Touché, my good friend touché.” We both giggle as we reach her locker.
I’m still unsure about all of the details, but I know it had something to do with Sam yelling about something to do with not being selected, whatever the hell that’s about. I can’t seem to bring myself to care enough to find out more.
A buzz vibrates my back pocket, drawing my attention from Shay opening her locker. Reaching around, I pull out my cell and see a text from Wyatt.
Sneaky Devil ??: You look good over there, but you’d look better over here.
My head snaps around, looking up and down the hallway but not seeing where the hell he could be watching me from.Sneaky fucker.
Me: Are you stalking me again, Wy?
The bubbles show he’s already texting his reply.
Sneaky Devil ??: Can you stalk what belongs to you? It’s more protecting what’s mine.
Snorting, I begin to write back when Shay catches my attention. “Ah who dat?” Her knowing smirk says she already knows, but I humor her.
“You know it’s Wyatt. Who the hell else could it be? The only other person who ever texts me is here questioning me,” I sass.
“Oh, we need to change that. I say we go out soon. I know a spot in Hartford where we can dance all night.”
My phone vibrates again. I guess I didn’t respond fast enough.
Sneaky Devil ??: There will be no clubs for you, Riri, don’t make me get Owen.
How the hell did he hear that?I scan the halls again, still no sight of him. He truly is a sneaky fucker. My phone goes off again.
Sneaky Devil ??: You were warned.
Before I can text my response, there’s another incoming message from a number I don’t recognize.
Unknown: Are you being naughty, Angel?
Sneaky Devil ??: Yes, she’s being very bad. Let’s punish her. What do you think, O?
Oh shit.Heat travels the length of my body, my mind transporting me back to Shay’s house when I was trapped between their two bodies. What would it be like to bepunishedby them? I shiver at the thought.
Shay’s chuckles interrupt my fantasy. “Someone’s being bad.”
“Whatever, ho. There’s nothing wrong with a little imaginary Wy and Owen sandwich. A girl can dream, right?”
Finishing up at her locker, she full-on cackles. “You know I don’t judge. Rock out with their cocks out, my girl.”
Yup, a hundred shades of red, that’s what I am right now.
My phone buzzes again. I hug her, and we part ways.
“Ok, lady, I’ll meet you at your locker after school.”
Shaking my head in confirmation, I read the latest message.
Sneaky Devil ??: So you’re hungry? You want a sandwich, Love? O, should we give the lady what she requests?
Unknown: I feel like she’s been a lousy angel, so she should be punished.
