As I snuck a quick glance around, my eyes clashed with familiar gray ones. Davien stood with his back against a wall, his hands in his pockets, watching me. Uncomfortable with his impassive stare, I dropped my gaze to my salad and cake that no longer seemed appetizing. My stomach groaned its appeal for food and I was just about to pick up my fork when I felt someone come up behind me.
“Your fat ass is in my spot, new girl.” I recognized Samantha’s nasally voice before turning around.
This time, I didn’t plan on moving. “Sorry—”
“You better be. Can’t have our seats soiled by the slobber disease,” she smoothly cut in.
“Slobber disease?” I frowned.
“What?” she huffed. “Which backwater school are you from?” She rolled her eyes as if she were bored. “Slobber as in overeating everything in sight—”
I laughed out loud, earning a severe glare along with a few loud gasps from other students. “No, Samantha.” I scraped back the chair and stood. “The word you’re probably looking for is stuffer, as in stuffing your mouth with too much food,” I retorted and picked up my tray, knowing she wasn’t worth my time. Then wiseass that I was, I couldn’t stop the next dig. “You know. The reason you’re so fond of the word slobber is because it’s what you do with all the cocks you probably suck. Have you kept count? Are your saliva glands still functioning? That’s were slobber comes from by the way. Your spit.” A mixture of gasps and sniggers followed my words.
“Fuck, that was cold, Samantha,” Wes quipped.
She turned red, her lips scrunching into a thin line, her black eyes livid and her hand shot up preparing for a slap, then froze when she probably realized she had an attentive audience. Her scowl morphed into a sudden smile as fake as her tits. “Why, fat girl, are you jealous? Because you’ll probably never taste a cock, will you?” Her laugh resembled nails against a chalkboard. “Which man in their right mind would want to fuck you. He’ll take one look and say get out. There’s the fucking door. Go. You can’t screw to save your...”
I stopped listening. Saint’s last words slashed through my thoughts. Pathetically and before I could stop them, the tears sprung into my eyes. To hold them back, I bit my lip until the coppery tang of blood touched my tongue.
“Oh, lookie here, the fat girl lost her voice. What happened, did you eat it by mistake,” Samantha goaded.
I turned to walk away, and she grabbed my arm, the force of her fingers biting into my skin had my hand releasing the tray. It fell to the table with a resounding crash, tossing the contents all over including my blazer. Laughter erupted around us, and my lids slid shut on a sob. For the first time since arriving in San Francisco, I felt the need to just sink to my knees and cry my eyes out.
“Leave her the fuck alone, assholes.”
Silence followed those words. My eyes flew open. Davien stood next to us, both hands still in his pants pocket. I sobbed out a shocked laugh, quickly swallowing down my tears.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice a contrasting softness to his stone-faced expression.
I nodded, not sure why he was there in the first place. We weren’t friends. Both our interactions had been weird.
“Aww isn’t this sweet, Davien is defending his pussy of the month,” Samantha mocked. “Has she already sucked your cock, Davi baby.”
“Why, Samantha,” he replied, his tone bored nonchalance. “Are you jealous because you didn’t do a very good job of sucking my dick. You know, because you had the runs.”
His challenging words brought forth a burst of laughter from the other students paying close attention to the conversation. I figured as the star quarterback, anything featuring Davien was interesting.
“How dare you?” Samantha’s gasp came out as a muffled cry.
One dark brow lifted as he ignored her and his gaze shifted to her sidekick. “Would you like to tell them how you couldn’t breathe, Vanessa, when I shoved my dick so far down your throat, you thought I was fucking your ass.”
“Oh, my God,” Vanessa screeched. “Davien,” she pouted.
Snubbing her, he turned his attention on the boys. “By the way Jordan, would you like to tell your friends how your cock found its way into Dexter’s ass at his birthday party, or did you forget you were into girls?”
“What the fuck?” Wes grunted.
“He’s talking shit,” Jordan replied, his voice breaking.
Davien disregarded them and leaned toward me. “Don’t hide your tears, princess. They make you human.” With that he was gone, leaving me wondering if I’d dreamt his appearance, again.
Wordlessly, I followed him out of the cafeteria. However, when I got to the door, he was nowhere to be seen. Shaking my head, I turned away from the window, I’d looked out of for him, to find Cian there.
Her smile quickly gave way to concern. “What happened.” She pointed to my blazer then my face. “You’ve been crying.”
“Run in with the queen bitch.” I shrugged.
“Oh, God, Lee, I’m sorry I asked you to wait for me in the cafeteria after you told me you didn’t want to.”
