Monday I walked the hall in jeans that had nothing to do with comfort.
I was sore. A good, secret ache every time I sat in lecture. Knox’s c*m was gone but the memory of it wasn’t. Reid had bought the dead-battery lie. Gia had covered after I begged. I felt Knox in my cunt when I took the stairs and I hated how much I liked the limp I was hiding.
He was at the lockers with the football boys. Taryn was there. She put her hand on his stomach like Saturday had not happened. Knox laughed at something Garrett said. His eyes found me anyway. That look from the window. From the door. From between my knees.
My phone buzzed before I reached Literature.
Knox: Those jeans are a problem. I can see how you’re walking. That’s me.
Sable: You’re standing with her.
Knox: She’s standing with me. Diffe
