Demon Kissed - Katie May Page 0,2

it.” Oh my god. My mouth is a gun. And it’s shooting me in the face right now with unfiltered honesty.

Fuck me. Social suicide for one, coming right up!

I stomp off, hands buried in the pleats of my short black skirt, my face the color of Red Vine licorice. I don’t even wait for Stacy. She shouldn’t be seen with me ever again.

I don’t know what came over me. I mean, I’m shocked over the William thing. But why the hell was I so rude? It was funny though, wasn’t it? Jason smiled at me, at least.

And Mandy and Janie St. James can go suck a duck’s dick. Janie can actually suck two and hopefully drown while she’s doing it. She acts like she’s hot stuff and her face wouldn’t melt under a heat gun. Okay, fine. Anyone’s face would melt under a heat gun. But hers is half plastic, which I know for a fact because her parents hadn’t been happy with the results of her nose job and they’d hired my parents to sue the doctor.

I’m pissed that my mouth shot off, because now I don’t get the memory of William handing me a drink to add to my pillow bank, which is like a spank bank, only you dreamily hold your pillow and stare off into space, fantasizing about leaping through meadows instead of shaking bed frames.

I weave around gravestones, determined to leave this party before my reputation dies a horrid Shakespearean death in front of my eyes. And when I see double W (still hate that name) talking to yet another girl, obviously having forgotten about me, I die a slow and painful death inside.

Back home to play games with Adam—

David’s hand on my forearm stops me. “Hey, Katrina, wait.”

I glance up at him, confused. David’s a cool dude, but we only ever interact in passing. His tongue is usually too occupied with the socially-acceptable lickable parts of Stacy when I run into him.

Stacy catches up a second later. “What was that?”

I growl. Literally. “I don’t frickin’ know. But it’s why I didn’t want to go over there in the first place. Getting within five feet of William sets off my dumb.”

She shakes her head and clucks her tongue.

David’s eyes light up as he stares at me. “Wait. You like William?”

I give Stacy a look that says, really?

Maybe he’s been hit in the head a few too many times if he’s this slow on the uptake. “Only since freshman year.” Three long years. About to turn into four because my stupid masochistic heart can’t find someone else who measures up.

I mean, he is the student body president. And on the rowing team—a practical sport that gives him the upper body of a Greek god without the long-term brain injuries, aka a sport I can actually get into. And those eyes. Those dreamy eyes that look like a honey pot.

Dammit. I’m getting swoony in public. I smack the look off my face and turn to Stace. “I’m gonna head out.”

“No, wait. I actually have the perfect solution!” David grabs both our hands and takes a step backward, tugging lightly. “A friend brought some awesome Halloween shit from Amazon. Ouija board. Spell kit. It’s epic. Come play. I bet we’ve got a love potion in there.”

Stacy giggles. “No way! Who wasted money on that?”

“Wasted? It’s good, clean, demonic fun. Wasted, pshh,” he scoffs, pulling us closer to the sweeping branches. He adopts a spooky voice. “Come on. Unless you’re…scared.” He tosses his head back and gives a damn good impression of Vincent Price, the dude who did the monster laugh on Michael Jackson’s “Thriller.” Yes, I know. You can thank decathlon trivia for that tidbit of knowledge.

Stacy giggles and turns to me, excitement lighting up her pretty face. “Come on. It’ll be fun, Kat.”

It’s this or Candyland.

I sigh and agree to stay a few more minutes.

“Yes!” David drops our hands and pulls back the branches of the willow as if he’s opening a curtain. “Welcome, ladies, to the pit of corruption.”

We walk under the canopy and find a couple other students sitting near the tree with a Ouija board, eyes focused on the board as they giggle and spell out “S-E-X.” I have no idea what their question was, but I’m pretty sure I can see the sophomore who’s controlling the board and spelling out answers. I predict the next spirit they contact will be spelling out “D-I-C-K.”

David sits down with an oomph next to a junior guy