The Sinners of Saint Amos - Logan Fox Page 0,47

stacked on the far side of the cubicle wall. Close enough that I don’t have to walk naked across the whole room to dress, but far enough so they don’t get wet.

The shift is next. I step out of my undies and give them a quick inspection. No blood on the back—guess I’m just bruised after all. I wish there were a mirror in this place, but they’re as sparse as they were back at my house.

With a hard swallow, I try and prepare myself for the coming pain.

There’s a noise behind me.

I whirl around, covering my breasts as I scan the empty room. I should hurry, unless I want some random boy walking in on me.

The right side door swings open causing my breath to catch in my throat.

No.

Reuben enters the bathroom.

No!

I snatch up my clothes and hurriedly slip into my underwear as I yell, “Hey! Get out!”

He doesn’t even slow down.

“I swear, I’ll scream!”

The door opens again. My eyes flit over to it as I grab my top and tug it over my head.

Cassius swaggers into the room, his eyes already on me. Where Reuben is staring at me like an obstacle he plans walking straight through, Cassius is mentally peeling back the clothes I’m throwing on with trembling hands.

Reuben stops a foot away from where the tiles begin. Just standing there, staring at me. Through me. Cassius joins him. “You’re right, Rube. She’s definitely not supposed to be here.”

What the hell is going on?

Cassius steps closer. “You could get in all sorts of trouble being outside your room this late at night.” He yanks away my sweatpants before I can tug them up my legs.

Right, because he’s the fucking hallway monitor.

Oh my God. What’s wrong with these people?

“Now what are we going to do about this transgression?” He takes another step, and I throw my hands up.

“Touch me and I’ll scream.”

“Do it,” Cassius says. “No one can hear you. Not down here.”

I back up, flinching when my back touches the wall. It’s way too cold through the thin fabric of my vest “I’ll tell Father Gabriel about this. And about the drawing.” My eyes flicker to Reuben, but he could have been watching clouds moving across the sky for all the emotion on his face. “And I’ll tell him about what you did on Monday.”

Cassius cocks his head. “Compulsive liar much?” He leans to the side, grabbing hold of the edge of the tiled cubicle wall. Then he slowly starts unlacing his shoe.

I bare my teeth at him, inching to the side. If he moves closer and Reuben stays where he is, then I could squeeze past them. I’m not an athlete, but I’m sure I’m faster than them.

Would have been splendid if you’d been all soaped up and naked, don’t you think? Like trying to catch a greased pig. Except you’ve got clothes on, Genius.

Cassius straightens and toes off his shoes. Then he pulls his shirt over his head.

Even in my panicked state, I can’t help but notice his slim, perfectly proportioned body. Porcelain skin—not even a freckle to mar it. A dusting of hair trails from his chest down a flat, hard stomach and disappears behind his trunks.

“Reuben, can you move?” a voice calls out. “You’re blocking my shot.”

Reuben twists around, revealing Apollo. He’s standing by the bench, his video camera trained on me.

My eyes want to pop out of their sockets.

“What the hell?” I breathe.

Cassius unbuttons his slacks, the rasp of the zipper drawing my eyes back to him. “Since you can’t seem to take a hint, you little hussy, we’ve decided to stop being so fucking subtle.”

“You’re not supposed to touch her,” Reuben says, turning disapproving eyes on Cassius.

Cassius throws him an irritated look which melts away as soon as he focuses on me again. I’m crowded into the corner now, a steaming waterfall between us.

“Please,” I say, lifting my hands again. “Just let me go.”

“Oh, we want you to go.” Cassius shows me his teeth, but he’s not smiling. “That’s the fucking point. But you seem incapable of putting two and two together.”

He steps out of his pants.

His black form-fitting trunks leave nothing to the imagination. I’ve never seen one before, but I’m pretty sure he has an erection. To my virgin eyes, it looks abnormally long and thick.

Panic transforms into anger.

How dare they? How fucking dare they? Honest to God, do they really think they’ll get away with this? That I won’t say something?

Without thinking, I scramble up the low wall.