“Urgh. Whatever. Do your friendly chat thing with the new girl. I’m off to ruin Sarah’s day.” She turns on her heel and heads straight for the exit.
“And how exactly do you plan to do that?” Allie calls after her.
Kasey turns, walking backwards. “I caught Emilio making out with some random in the hallways after first period this morning. Sarah is going to lose it when she finds out.” Her eyes glitter with mischief.
“Please tell me he’s not still sleeping with that piranha?” Allie groans.
Kasey grins. “He’s a Devil with lots and lots of sins. You let him fool you with that smile of his, Allie. You should work on that. Emilio is a player through and through. He’ll sleep with anyone who has a rack and a nice pair of legs. Sarah knows it too.”
“Then why are you about to start drama?”
She chuckles. “I just want to give her a little reminder that just because she’s screwing a Devil, doesn’t mean she’s special.”
Allie mutters out a curse before turning back to me. “Sorry about that. Sarah and Kasey have some history. She sorta screwed over Kasey’s brother.”
I shrug, not really sure what she has to apologize for. “Don’t worry about it,” I tell her, though I’m adding Kasey to my be cautious of list because she sounded way too excited to go and mess with whoever this Sarah girl is. “I’m not really following, anyway. Is this Emilio guy a friend or boyfriend or something?” I hope he’s not her boyfriend. She seems nice and it would be really screwed up if he was hooking up with a bunch of other girls on the side while seeing her.
Allie laughs. “Just a friend. I don’t think Emilio has a single boyfriend bone in his body. Monogamy and him don’t mix. But that’s probably a story for another day.”
“I’ve got time,” I say and I do. The bell won’t ring for another ten minutes, and I like her. She’s friendly and has this open and welcoming personality. I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but she is totally friend material. Monique would love her.
She waves me toward one of the tables. “Come on, I should probably give you the lowdown on the Devils, anyway. If you don’t get it from me, you’ll get it from someone else and it’s probably better you get it from me.”
We take our seats and I pull out a small package ofPresuntinho—Piraque crackers. Allie tosses her bag on the floor and I wave the package toward her. “Want one?” I ask.
She purses her lips before shrugging. “Why not.” I hand over a cracker and she takes a bite. She chews slowly, her brows furrow before she swallows. “That’s….interesting,” she says, but takes another bite.
I nibble on my own and grin. “I take if you’re new to ham-flavored crackers?”
“Yeah. You could say that. They’re sort of weird but also kind of—”
“Addicting,” I finish for her, leaning across the table to hand her another.
She nods and takes it. “They are. Anyway, what was I saying?”
“The Devils,” I prompt, because any information about the guys who rule this school is sure to be useful.
“Right. So anyway, the school is run by the Devils. Three guys all the girls want and all the guys want to be.”
“I thought there were four?” I ask, thinking back to the gossip I’d heard when I lived here before.
She scowls and thinks for a moment. “Oh! You’re probably thinking of Aaron. Hmm…” Tapping her finger against her chin she thinks for a moment. “I guess he was a Devil. Before I arrived at least.” A shrug. “He’s not really one now. The guys kind of had a falling out. But they’re working it out”—she doesn’t bother hiding a mischievous grin that makes me think she plays some part in their working it out—“but no one really considers Aaron a Devil. He’s too nice for all that.”
“That’s…good?” I say, not really sure how to respond to that. “Are the Devils all assholes or something?”
She chuckles. “I’m sorry. They’re not all bad. The Devils, I mean. Roman, Dominique, and Emilio are great guys. They just take some getting used to. They’re not really trusting, which can make them come off as standoffish. But once you get to know them, they’re the sweetest guys. Aaron, too. And his outer shell, thankfully, isn’t as hard to crack. You’d like him.”
I raise a single brow and she laughs. “I’m not trying to play matchmaker or anything. Promise.”
That’s a relief. “So, if they’re standoffish and you’re a new girl too, how do you know them so well?”
Her cheeks turn a soft shade of pink. “I’m dating one.”
“Not the one screwing the piranha, right? That’s what you called her?”
Allie laughs, a deep chuckle that has the librarian shushing us from across the room. We both hunch down lower in our seats, effectively chastised. Allie’s next words come out softer. “No. Not that one. I’m dating Roman Valdez. The one Kasey was talking about is Emilio Chavez and the piranha is Sarah Draven. She’s a junior and a complete bitch. New girl to new girl, I would avoid her.”
“Noted. Thanks for the heads up.”
