Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

The cut at the corner of my mouth stings. I tongue it, slouching in the wooden
chair as I gaze past Father McNealty’s empty seat in his office.
God, it’s better than a drug. The feeling swirling in my gut and my heart
pounding like I’m dangling a hundred feet in the air, only holding on by a
single hand.
She’s better than a drug. I always knew she had it in her.
“If you ever come near me again,” Olivia grits through her teeth in the
chair next to mine. “I will cut you.”
I look over at her. The orange juice she threw at me stains her white Polo,
too.
But I almost smile, seeing the tear in her sleeve. I fought back, didn’t I?
“Cut me?” I taunt, watching her as she watches me graze my hand up the
inside of my thigh, dragging up my school skirt. “Where?”
I pretend to rub myself, moaning.
Her mouth twists into a snarl. “Cunt.”
I turn away, smiling to myself. Dyke.
Sitting up straight, I hold up my nails, inspecting the damage. It took
three teachers to pull us off each other. My only regret is that she didn’t start
this shit after school when we wouldn’t have been interrupted. I’m in every
bit as good of shape as she is. This could’ve gone on for hours.
The second bell rings, and now we’re officially late for fifth period.
Where the hell is he?
“They’re going to research it, you know?” Liv says, and I can see her
looking at me out of the corner of my eye. “Find out where that video came
from, and when I take this online with my receipts, the entire fucking world
will be calling for your head. Especially since I’m only seventeen.”
Fuck. I forgot about that. She’s a minor.
I pick at the chipped red nail polish, ignoring the skip in my heartbeat.
“And who will believe you?” I turn my head, meeting her dark eyes under her
long, black lashes. “I’m Clay Collins.”
Blonde and just like a bomb. Everything the administration loves to
parade around in their recruitment brochures.
Her eyes narrow.
I look her up and down. “And you’re a dumpster rat probably looking
forward to a long and illustrious career turning tricks on the dirty floor of her
shitty house.”
Olivia launches out and grabs me by the back of my neck. I gasp.