Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

She won’t meet my eyes.
“Are you okay?” Krisjen asks me, giving my back a sympathetic brush of
her hand as she passes to her locker.
The knots in my stomach start to ease. I don’t think anyone saw us.
The last time they saw me was when I was walked with Jaeger to the
front office after the fight, so I’m sure they want to make sure I’m not in
trouble.
“Are you kidding?” I steel my spine and swipe my finger under my eye,
fixing my eyeliner. “Nothing is tastier than a piece of cake.”
They both laugh at my jibe, and I dart my eyes up again, finally catching
Olivia’s.
Her head is turned toward me, staring at me with a mixture of pride and
wrath.
Someone clears their throat, and I blink, seeing Amy turned toward
Olivia.
“Would you mind?” Amy asks her.
Liv looks over her shoulder at her.
“I don’t feel comfortable changing in front of you,” Amy explains.
I clench my jaw.
But Liv remains silent.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to dull the embarrassment for Liv and tell
Amy no one wants to look at her pancake nipples, but…
I don’t. Liv stands there for a moment, as if waiting for something, but I
just ignore her and finish touching up my face.
Her locker door slams closed, and I jerk, seeing her move out of the
corner of my eye and walk toward me.
She strolls past, knocking my shoulder with hers as she goes. “Don’t
cross the tracks.”
And then she’s gone, her threat hanging in the air as the locker room fills
with the P.E. class coming in.
I almost laugh. She’s rescinding her invitation for Night Tide, I guess.
Lucky for her, I love getting on her bad side.