Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

“YOU OKAY?” KRISJEN asks.
I empty my books into my locker, pulling out my Spanish book and my
copy of Othello for homework tonight. “I’m fine.”
Liv stands across the hall, chatting with Chloe, and I hear laughter. I
glance over my shoulder, trying not to look like I know exactly where she is
every moment. Chloe leans in and greets Jessa Washington and Erin
Merluzzi who approach. Girl certainly makes friends fast. They strike up a
convo in their small group, Liv smiling and like…actively-fuckingparticipating.
“Are you sure?” Krisjen’s voice is low. “You look like hangry, like you
haven’t eaten in days and you’re going to morph into something outrageous if
you don’t get to dine on an unbaptized baby soon.”
I shut my locker and close my bag, tearing my eyes away before Liv sees
me looking.
“Clay…” She touches my arm.
But I pull away. “I’m fine.”
“Did you tell her you loved her?”
I snap my eyes to Krisjen who stares me in the eyes, dead-on.
“I don’t.” I drop my eyes, fiddling with my bag. “It just felt really good. I
don’t know, I’m…” More laughter echoes behind me, and I look over my
shoulder, watching all four girls head down the hall away from me. Liv
doesn’t spare a glance my way as if she actually never noticed that I’m right
here. I swallow. “I’m just confused.”
“Are you?”