me to tell her what is necessary for her to know.
“What are you doing?” I counter, and she thankfully drops the subject.
“The fucktards asked me to check on you.” Her mahogany-colored eyes narrow ever so slightly. “I know that you have this whole mysterious, secretive aura going on, but you have to be straight with me, pun unintended. Is there something going on between the five of you?” She plants a hand on her hip and cocks it to the side. “I won’t judge. Those guys are more possessive than fucking dogs, if you get my meaning. Some junior mentioned your name, and I’m pretty sure Lucas dug a hole to bury his dead body in the school yard.”
I quirk a brow at my best friend. “I’ll tell you mine, if you tell me yours,” I taunt.
“What do you mean?” She makes a face at me.
“I saw that little boob touch at lunch,” I point out with a wry grin, enjoying the way she squirms.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Mariabella says quickly. Too quickly.
“Hhmmm,” I hum. “So do all of your friends touch your titties or just some of them?”
“You did,” she retorts, a pink tint to her cheeks. “And stop saying titties. It’s gross.”
“You don’t like titties?” I flutter my lashes at her innocently. “Big titties? Little titties?”
“I hate you so fucking much right now,” she snarks, shoving at my shoulder.
“Orange titties? Pink titties?”
“Oh my god! Stop!” She brings both of her hands to her cheeks and ducks her head. “You’re such a bitch.”
“A bitch with titties,” I say, because I honestly can’t help myself.
“Okay, we need to have a girls’ night, and soon,” Mariabella states decisively. “I’ll tell you all about my…err…friend, and you can tell me what the hell is going on with you and those assholes. Do we have a deal?” She holds her pinkie finger towards me, but before I can link it with my own, she pulls away. “And no saying titties ever again,” she adds firmly.
“Titties. Titties. Titties. Titties. Titties. I think I got that off my chest,” I say with a pointed look down at my boobs. I swear her eyes are going to get stuck in the back of her head with how hard she rolls them.
“You’re lucky I love you.”
“Luck has nothing to do with it.” I wink at her before placing my laptop back into my broken backpack and shoving both inside my gym locker. “It’s my natural charm.”
Mariabella’s right.
The guys are acting stranger than usual, which is saying something, considering that all four of them are eccentric enigmas.
The second I enter the gym, Cassian and Elias step towards me. The former throws his arm around my shoulders, pulling me against his chest in a possessive move, while the latter links his fingers with my own. I blush at the inquiring stares from the other students, attempting to duck my head and cover my face with my free hand. Some of the guys stare at me with decidedly leery expressions, while others appear wary. And the girls are either confused, angry, or jealous.
Lucas slides in front of me instantly, gently grabbing both of my wrists and pulling my hand away from my flaming cheeks. His glacial blue gaze freezes me in place as he whispers, “Don’t hide. Queens should never hide from their subjects.”
Before I can comment, he gives me one last unreadable look—a look that I would almost describe as wistful—before storming away.
At one point during dodgeball—the worst game in existence, where I simply hide behind Cassian and Elias, grateful that they’re on my team instead of against me—Karsyn walks over, wraps a muscular arm around my waist, and kisses my forehead. Mariabella’s eyebrows practically climb up her forehead as the rest of the class whispers amongst themselves. I can already hear their probing questions now.
What is going on?
Why is she touching and flirting with all of the guys?
Is she sleeping with them all?
Slut.
Whore.
Trash.
Witch.
It’s funny, because most of them are true.
But I don’t care what they think about me. At least, I tell myself that I don’t. I’ll own my sexuality and everything it entails. If that means sleeping with more than one guy when I feel like it, then so be it. I won’t apologize for being who I am ever again. There’s nothing wrong with liking sex, and I hate that most women get shamed for it while men are celebrated. The double standards in society never fail to infuriate me.
The only Devil who isn’t