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“Me, too.” Now I notice the tray Maya must have sat down when she came over, sitting across from mine on the table. “Would you mind a little company? I’m tired of eating alone.”
“Please, if you think you can risk being seen sitting with me.” Now it’s possible to laugh about things. It’s amazing how just knowing there’s somebody here on my side makes me feel better. I can almost ignore the cruel assholes who finally finished laughing at me and went back to their lunches.
Maya has dimples that pop out when she grins. “I’ll take my chances. It’s not like things can get much worse.”
It’s actually kind of sad how much I want to ask why they make her life hell. What do they think she did to deserve it? But no, that’s not the kind of thing you say to the first person who’s been nice to you in forever. I’m not going to waste the chance of making a friend.
Turns out, she makes it easy. “Tucker decided to start making my life hell two years ago, and I guess he likes it enough that he never bothered to stop.” She sounds tired, like it’s weighing on her. I can’t imagine how it wouldn’t.
“What is wrong with those guys?” I don’t feel comfortable speaking in more than a whisper, since there’s no way to know who could overhear. Already, he has me trained. Damn him.
She lifts a shoulder while unwrapping a tuna sandwich. “No idea. They’re sick in the head, that much I know. They get off on it. It’s a game to them. Seeing how miserable they can make somebody. Probably because it makes them feel powerful. Theycan jerk their tiny pricks at night and remember making a girl cry.”
The way she says it makes me laugh. “I mean, the way all the girls look at them, you would think they have better things to do.” Briggs practically drops panties when he walks into a room, something that baffles me. How hard-up does a girl need to be when a psycho starts looking hot?
“Somehow, they manage to take a little time off from getting their dicks wet by the skanks around here.” She rolls her eyes and takes a bite of her sandwich.
I don’t understand it. How could anybody consider it fun to ruin somebody’s property? How could they laugh? “I’m going to have to buy a new backpack,” I mutter, looking down at the ruined bag between my calves.
“They sell them at the bookstore,” Maya points out. “I could walk over with you when we’re finished eating.”
I think I love this girl.
4
BRIGGS
Preston, Kellen, Tucker, Carter, and I walk the halls of Wicked Falls like we own the place. I guess in many ways we do. Not only is Tucker’s father the headmaster of this school, but the five families literally fund this place. No one touches us here or anywhere else in this town.
“You got class with your arch nemesis today?” Carter asks from beside me, a twinkle in his eyes at the thought of my misery.
“Looking forward to it, actually,” I admit. “I can mess with her up close.”
“That’s the spirit.” Tucker slaps me on the shoulder like he is proud of me. I guess I am taking a page out of his playbook. He has been tormenting his little blonde since last year, and he seems to enjoy it very much.
“How is your girl? What’s her face?”
“I wouldn’t call Maya my girl, more like a stray cat I like to torment for fun,” Tucker explains.
“Spoken like a true psychopath,” I point out, only getting a shrug of Tucker’s shoulders in response.
“I never denied my mental health state,” he adds. “Psychopath has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
“Sure, if you say so.” I shake my head.
“You guys are wasting your time on these girls. You can’t even fuck them, so what’s the point?” Preston asks from behind us.
“The point is, you can have fun without your dick getting wet, but I realize that’s hard for you to comprehend.” I chuckle. Although getting my dick wet is high on my priority list, Preston takes that to a whole new level. I’m pretty sure he’s fucked his way through most of the school already, including some of the female staff.
“Maybe you are not doing it right.” Preston shakes his head. “Because in my mind, fucking is all that matters.”
“We know,” Tucker, Carter, and I say at the same time.
As always, Kellen doesn’t say much. He listens to us talk and joke while giving us the occasional nod or chuckle. Most of the time, he is off in his own world thinking about who knows what.
“Nothing to say today, little guy?” I turn my head to ask Kellen. We started calling him little guy as a joke. He is really built like a brick house, with his 6’5” frame, broad shoulders and swollen chest, he towers over all of us.
He just shakes his head and keeps walking.Okaaay.He is certainly in a mood today.
