Page 120 of Darkest Obsession

“Sorry… Can we go?”

“Not until Kit apologizes to me for being a dick.”

Kit waves his hands and bows dramatically. “Sorry for being a dick and a cunt, and everything else in between. If it makes you feel better, it’s my personality.”

“That does not in fact make me feel better.”

“Clover? Care to leave before your desire to kill him grows even more?” Thomas suggests.

“Yes. Please.”

Kit unfortunately links arms with me and Thomas walks behind us. I pull my arm away from Kit and snap, “Touch me and I’ll cut your dick off.”

“I just wanted to show you my threatening email. Sheesh.”

I roll my eyes and fold my arms angrily as we stomp to our special meeting spot — the dance studio. Most of the sports teams either have championship games, or they’re finished for the semester. We’re the only team left and since nothing this exciting happens at this school, everyone is all over it.

Kit and Thomas flank me on either side and it really does feel like having two badass but very annoying bodyguards.

“Please tell me you warned Sylvia and Kola about this,” I grumble to Thomas.

“When would I have had time for that? You’ll handle it,” he says cheerily. Everything Thomas says makes me want to punch him in the stomach sometimes. He thinks I’m stubborn, but he’s definitely ten times worse. We arrive at the dance studio and Thomas does the secret knock before shoving Kit in through the door.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Sylvia snaps, immediately getting between him and Kit. When she sees Thomas entering behind him, she flings her English reading at his head. Thomas ducks and then I get a face full of Sylvia’s balled up printed assignment.

“Clover! That was not meant for you.”

“It’s fine…” I grumble. “I would have done the same. Spicy Freak apparently emailed Kit.”

“How can there be more than one person with such a hard-on for Thomas?” Kola says, jumping off the back window. She hardly takes that hoodie off anymore. It’s black and oversized and covers her up completely. She doesn’t look like Kola and she doesn’t have Kola’s excited dancing anymore.

“I have a hard-on for Thomas,” Kit says instantly. “Want to see it, babe?”

Thomas elbows Kit hard.

“What?” Kit snaps. “She’s not broken. I’m just saying I’m attracted to her.”

“You can keep that to yourself next time,” Kola snaps. “And he’s right, Thomas. I can handle myself with a shrimp dick like Kit.”

“I’m a grower, not a show-er.”

“You’re disgusting,” Sylvia says. “Now can we focus? We need to be smart about this. We have all these emails, we know the police are out looking, but we can do some work too. We don’t have to sit around and wait for them to attack us.”

“I want to see Kit’s email,” Kola says. “Every guy is guilty until proven innocent.”

She sticks her hand out, practically demanding Kit’s phone. Kit’s the type of guy that would clearly rather die than give up access to his precious cell phone, but he hands it right over to Kola and he doesn’t stop looking at her. Kit needs to chill. The last thing Kola needs is some obnoxious ass guy sniffing around her. He’s way too thirsty.

Kola reads the email and quickly passes the phone to Sylvia. “I’m going to be sick.”

We all take turns reading it. We all remember what horrible things happened to Kola and what horrible things could happen to all of us if Molly’s accomplice is above the law.

“We don’t even know what’s going to happen to Molly,” Sylvia says.

“Didn’t you all hear the news?” Kits asks.

“What news?” Kola snaps. In his pink polo and white shorts, Kit’s asking to be at the receiving end of Kola’s anti-white boy rage. His attitude does him no favors.

“Molly’s dead. She killed herself. The story went to our school emails an hour ago.”