of smoke cloaks her face followed by the cloying scent of cotton candy. The last thing I want to do is stop and talk to her, but I can’t help thinking about her in the video Heston showed me.
“Hey, Syd,” I say, coming to a slow stop. “Why aren’t you inside?”
A flicker of annoyance crosses her face, but she lifts her chin defiantly. “I’m waiting for someone.”
“Heston?” I guess. When she doesn’t deny it, I add, “I heard you were seeing him.”
“From who? Him?” she asks, a little too eagerly. She pushes off the wall. “Did he mention me?”
If she only knew. It’s awkward coming face to face with her after seeing the video, having seen that pinched, panicked look on her face as my brother brutally fucked her. She’s an annoying shit-stirrer, but I mostly just feel bad for her. “Syd,” I start, running a hand down my face. This is not a conversation I want to have. “You know my brother is bad news, right?”
She laughs and takes a drag from her vape pen. “I know he’s sexy and popular.”
“He’s also an abusive asshole.”
Her jaw clenches, but she blinks and recovers. “You had your chance to have an opinion on who I date. I don’t really give a shit about what you think now.” She barks out a mean laugh. “And you’re one to talk. You and Little Miss Hot Mess are quite the couple. You’re both freaks. You think you’re so much better than your brother? Don’t think I don’t know what you did to her, and here the two of you are, boning anyway.”
Hot, instant anger rolls up my spine. “I’m nothing like Heston,” I grind out, fists clenching around the strap of my bag. “What happened with Sugar was an accident. When I’m with a girl, I treat her right. Heston doesn’t know the first fucking thing about it.”
She blows a long plume of smoke from her lips, pursed, smile full of bitterness. “Oh, I know exactly how you treat a girl.”
I look at the girl in front of me, trying so hard to be unaffected by everything mean and harsh and cold that she’s turning into it herself. “Sydney,” I say, willing her to believe the sincerity of my words, “I never wanted to hurt you. I just wasn’t feeling it. I’m sorry if I didn’t handle it right.” For a moment, that aloof exterior of hers cracks, eyes going round and sad. I almost feel bad about taking advantage of it. “Heston wants to hurt. It’s what he likes. You understand that, don’t you? Maybe you’re into that, maybe you aren’t. You’re right, it isn’t really any of my business.” I give her a long, meaningful look. “Just like what happens here at school—whoever I might be seeing at the moment—isn’t any of his. Know what I mean?”
Instantly, any trace of vulnerability in her expression slams shut. “So that’s what this is really about.”
Fuck. Subtle has never been my strong suit. “You told him about me being friends with Vandy.”
Her eyes spark in anger. “Vandy is shit, and you know what? I’m sick of all you fawning all over her like she’s the second coming. She’s not so special. You’ll figure that out when she stabs you in the back, just like she did to me.”
Her words are cutting and make me want to fight back, because Sydney Rakestraw is the last person to bring someone’s sense of loyalty into question. But I don’t bother, because I’m realizing now that she didn’t tell Heston about our friendship because she was pissed at me. It was because she’s pissed at Vandy.
She scoffs. “I don’t give a shit who you’re boning, Bass. Fuck a light socket for all I care. I’m on to bigger and better things. Emphasis on bigger.”
Telling her about the video is on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow it back. What if it was consensual and she’s into that kind of thing? It’s not impossible. Syd’s always been a little wild, but that video…there’s something about it that just bothers the shit out of me, even if it was consensual. I waver, but know that she’s right. Who am I to judge?
“Good luck,” I tell her. “Go inside and get warm. If he shows up, he can find you in there.”
She rolls her eyes. “Whatever, Sebastian.”
Her nose is red from the cold and there’s no doubt she’s freezing her ass off, but I walk off anyway. I cut across