Long Black Veil by Jeanette Battista

Author:Jeanette Battista
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Jeanette Battista
Published: 2013-02-13T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

She thought the end of the school day would never come. She knew she walked through it with a huge smile on her face, but she couldn’t help herself. Brock Cutler liked her. Brock Cutler kissed her. She had been kissed by a boy—and not just any boy; the cutest boy in school. Gil tried to corner her in third period, but she just tried to smile like the Mona Lisa, leaving him with only empty threats and a serious case of gossip frustration.

Devon nabbed her books out of her locker and headed down the hall to find Brock. She turned down the corridor and stopped when she saw Skylar talking to him. She kept back, making sure she couldn’t be seen and peeked around the corner.

Skylar was talking quickly. Devon couldn’t make out half of what she was saying, her words were all garbling together. She looked upset though, making Devon wonder what was going on. She looked at Brock’s face and noticed he was wearing a neutral expression as Skylar became more and more upset.

Skylar threw her arms around his neck and Devon felt her back stiffen. If she’d been a dog, she’d be bristling. She saw Brock trying to pull her arms off, but Skylar was determined. Devon decided she’d had enough and stepped out into the corridor. Brock’s eyes flicked to her, then his attention shifted back to Skylar.

She flung herself at him, her mouth latching onto his. Devon frowned, ready to snatch the hussy bald. She didn’t have to though. Brock jerked his head away from Skylar, pulling out of her embrace. “The hell, Sky?”

“You know how good we were together, B. We could get it back, be that way again.” There was a pleading note in her voice. Devon almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

“What about Micah?” Brock was scowling.

“What about him?” Skylar grasped at his shoulders, but Brock moved out of her way.

“You’re just playing with him, aren’t you? Stringing him along?”

Skylar flipped her hair and Devon wanted to smack her. “So?”

Devon walked up, having heard enough. “You ready, Brock?”

Skylar whirled around with a snarl on her pretty, but heavily made-up face. “What do you want?”

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Devon stood her ground, glaring at Skylar. She wondered briefly if this was some kind of dominance behavior. It kind of felt like it was turning into that, but it was too late. She’d challenged Skylar, and short of peeing on Brock to mark her territory, she was going to have to see this through.

Skylar’s breath hissed out. She looked between Devon and Brock, shock clouding her features. “Are you kidding me?” She turned her back on Devon to talk to Brock alone. “Really? You’ve hooked up with this trash?”

“Hey!” Devon protested, walking around Skylar so she stood next to Brock. “Careful who you call trash.”

Skylar ignored her. Devon gritted her teeth, resisting the urge to make Skylar acknowledge her. The girl was on a tear. “I get that you might need

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