Page 102 of Made for Cyn
The topic turns, and soon we’re in the lot where I spy a bevy of girls waiting for the guys and frown. I’m hoping Cyn meant what he said because if he didn’t, I’m beyond edgy and this close to nuclear fallout. I’m not sure the results would be pretty.
I don’t have anything to worry about though, because he takes my hand and ignores his harem as he strides by. We enter through the main doors, the din of students loud in the small space before he stops and turns me toward him.
“I’ll see you at lunch,” he says before kissing me.
I’m still dazed when he pulls away, and with a heated smirk, he pushes me in the direction of my first class as the bell rings.
At the corner, I glance back to see the guys huddled together, and I wonder what hate has to do with their project and what are they up to.
I’m ten feet from my class and daydreaming about Cyn and our adventures last night when Iris appears out of nowhere and shoves me against a locker.
“Hey bitch, I guess I know where your loyalties lie now,” she snarls.
Pushing her arms away, I say, “There are no sides, Iris.”
“No?” She steps back with a grim smile. “You’re stupider than I thought.”
“Iris—”
“Fuck off,” she spits, stalking away and leaving me staring after her with a sad smile.
I don’t know what to do, but I’m losing Iris to the darkness, and I fear soon there will be nothing left. Why does she think there are sides? And if I’m on the wrong side, which is the right one?
With a sinking sensation, I suspect it’s Saul. In which case, she’s making deals with the devil.
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By the time lunch rolls around, I’m grumpy and starving. I assume Cyn’s goodbye in the hall earlier was a message, and it worked because I’ve earned the enmity of quite a few girls and become the subject of more than one conversation I can hear from where I sit. And if I’m not mistaken, I’m now being monitored by Cyn’s crew.
When I see him sitting at his table, I hesitate because I’m still reeling under this newfound change, and I don’t exactly know my place in it, but Iris is giving off such hostile waves that I don’t have it in me to join her, not that I think Cyn would give me a choice anyway.
Grabbing a tray of fries and water, I sit down beside Cyn with a small smile, my ire fading when he pulls me into his arms and pecks me on the lips.
It would seem although Cyn was opposed to relationships, he’s taken to the affection part relatively easily, which makes my heart sing and I fight off the silly grin hovering on my lips.
“What’s up with your cuz, LB?” Jig asks, and I glance her way to confirm she’s still glaring at me.
“A difference of opinion,” I mutter, losing my appetite and dropping a fry to my plate.
“About what?” Cyn asks with a frown.
“Whatever. She’s probably worried about whatever disease she caught from her last fuck,” Bastion says sourly.
With narrowed eyes, I turn to him sweetly and say, “You mean you?”
“Ha!” he sneers. “Iris has probably fucked a hundred dicks since me. She’s a whore.”
Gasping, I open my mouth to flay him, but Cyn interjects, “Enough. Rain, has Iris been back to see Saul?”
“Why?” I ask, still glaring at Bastion, who’s returning the favor icily.
Grabbing my chin, Cyn pulls me around. “Has she?”
“Why? Why does it matter who she’s with?”
“Because Saul shouldn’t be encroaching on our territory,” he says flatly.
“Territory? Iris is territory?”