12. Talon
Talon
Disgust coats my tongue as I watch Cin and Cody make out like illicit lovers. My God, it looks like he’s trying to eat her face. Now, I’m not into yucking anyone’s yum, but that can’t be… enjoyable.
However, I can hear her little breathy moans as he wraps his hand around her throat and adjusts her head again . My lips curl up in revulsion, and my eyes are wide, because what the fuck is going on. Pulling out my phone I pull up the camera app and switch it to video.
Trying not to make a sound I record them and upload it to the school website. That will get Mr. Finnighan’s attention, surely. He won’t be able to remove her from campus, but he’ll hopefully keep her locked here with no way out on the weekends.
I watch as comments roll in, ranging from pregnancy to slut shaming. Women are easily embarrassed, so this has to send her back into her shell. Smiling at my job well done, I knock over a book from the top shelf and the pair jumps apart.
Cin’s lips are puffy and red, her cheeks tinge and damn it, I have to look away. Because something about the color in her cheeks makes me want to devour her.
“I didn’t know fish could read,” Cin zeros in on me and I smirk and lift one eyebrow. Cody laughs and wraps his arm around her shoulders.
I don’t want your little sewer trout, buddy. Yet, I couldn’t put my voice behind the thought and say it.
“It’s getting late,” Cody says, looking at Cin, “I’ll walk you back.”
“Yes, we wouldn’t want you to expire, now would we Spice?” I mock his pretentious tone. He speaks to her as if she’s a child needing direction. If there’s anyone in the room that needs direction, it’s him.
They both stand and collect their forgotten items on the table, each packing them into their bags. Cin drops one of her many highlighters and Cody gets down on one knee to pick it up. He hands it to her, still on the ground, his eyes practically pop out of his head in hearts as he smiles. It makes me want to vomit.
She throws the highlighter into her bag, seemingly unaffected by his behavior, and tangles her hand in his when he stands. They have to walk past me to get to the door, and when they do, Cody gives me what I think might be a warning glare.
It makes me laugh, because it’s like a sheep growling to a lion.
And I’m starving for a fight.
But I’ll wait; I want to see how far I can push her. How long it will take for her to break her little miss indifferent act.
We’re nine weeks into our last semester and I’ve learned Cin has already turned in almost half of her course work, projects included.
I decided to bug her room after the library make out session. The second she found out about the video I wanted to see her reaction. I’ve been avoiding her for the most part, eager to observe and gain as much information as I can about her. I need everything at my fingertips so when I’m ready, I can expose her for the fraud she is.
But nothing yet, only heavy make outs that appear more one-sided with each time they happen. Cody looks entirely too pleased with himself every night he leaves her room, but I know it’s all an act. Because Cody isn’t happy that I’ve taken an interest in her and by the look on his face he knows that Cin isn’t into him the way he wants her to be. The video I posted about Cin died down after Cody began his nightly trips to her room.
It wasn’t like he was popular or anything, but no one cared about her hooking up with him anymore. I needed to do something bigger to get her removed from campus. I thought surely after the welding thing, Mr. Finnighan would suspend her, but he didn’t seem to know.
I even lodged a complaint posing as a concerned parent a week or so after, and nothing.
So, I’ve decided to up the risk factor. She’s been known to hang around Mr. Skeens room after lecture, which gives me the perfect plan. Cin has taken up tennis as an extracurricular, and lucky for me they meet right after my last class.
When the whole class has changed in the athletic building, I waltz in pretending to go see Coach. I walk down the hallway that will take me to his office, but stop just short. If he knew what I was about to do, he’d probably want to kick me off the team. However, he wants another trophy, so he won’t.
Looking around and straining my ears, I wait to make sure no one is around. Slipping into the girls locker room is easier than I thought it would be. Their locker room is much nicer than ours, but the layout seems the same.
Opening lockers searching for Cin’s clothes I find a whole lot of lace, but nothing that looks like it belongs to her. I spin around, looking at all the potential lockers she could’ve used, and instead of opening random ones, my eyes land on the women's soccer coach’s office. She has a master list of locker assignments since she’s head coach for Ravard.
Her office isn’t locked, and I’m glad to know most coaches are careless.
The list is taped to the back of her door, so I quickly locate Cin Morgan and find her locker number.
Sixty-nine, I snort, fitting.
Sticking my head out of the door I check to make sure the coast is clear before booking it to her locker. I swipe everything out of it, leaving it empty. With her clothes piled in my arms, and the scent of her invading my nose, I bolt out of the room.
Hardly anyone comes through here after class unless they have practice, and since coach canceled today, my chances of getting away with this are even higher.
I take the path through the trees to give myself cover. Carrying women’s clothes is bound to get me curious looks, and I don’t want anyone ruining my plan. At the edge of the tree line before the academic building, I check to make sure no one is there. Inside will be a gamble, but with most classes in session, I don’t think I’ll be seen.
Mr. Skeens office is next to his classroom, and he’s in his last lecture of the day. I have thirty minutes to get this done. His door is locked and I curse, dropping to my knee, I let the clothes go to pick the lock.
It takes me longer than I’d like to open the door, but once I do, I throw her underwear inside. It lands on his desk, half hanging off the corner. Her bra is next, and it lands across his keyboard. Her shirt I carefully place beside his desk on the floor, along with her leggings.
The bag she carries with her change of clothes, I sit on one of Mr. Skeen’s chairs. I’ve set the scene, now I need to light the match.
Satisfied with my work, I re-engage the lock and pull the door shut. Now, to let Mr. Finnighan know of their improper conduct.