“Got something you wanna share with the class?” he asked.
I shrugged. “Nope.”
“You got another outfit you can change into so you don’t keep hurting my eyes?”
I grinned. “Don’t like it? Don’t look.”
“Kinda hard not to look.”
“Is that a crack at my weight? Or a crack at the fact that you secretly think I’m sexy and don’t want to admit it?”
He snickered. “You wish I saw you that way.”
“Trust me, you’re not my type.”
His eyebrows rose. “Oh? And what is your type? The monster in the closet?”
“I feel like that’s a joke that probably requires some explanation. And ever since I had English with you last year, we both know you’re not the best at those.”
His face fell. “Fuck you.”
I sighed. “What do you want, Clint?”
I heard high-pitched laughter come from across the cafeteria and rolled my eyes. Marina Lancaster’s laughter was the loudest, most piercing thing I’d ever heard. It was the most recognizable laugh, too. I saw Clint’s eye flinch, but then a grin appeared on his face. I didn’t like that grin, either. It made me shift in my seat, uncomfortable in his presence. That was the grin of Satan himself. Who had a plan to do something to destroy me in front of a cafeteria full of people.
Where the fuck are Allison and Michael?
“I just wanted to say hi,” Clint said.
I licked my lips. “Yeah. Right.”
He feigned shock. “What? Do you really not believe me, Miss Cleaver?”
“Not a fucking chance.”
“You really should watch that little mouth of yours. Boys don’t like women with dirty words in their vocabulary.”
“I’m just shocked you know the word ‘vocabulary.’”
Clint’s eyes boiled with anger. “Unlike some fat-ass idiots in this school, I don’t have to pay attention in class to pass mine.”
“No. You just need Mommy and Daddy’s money to help you do that.
”
He leaned his forearm against the table. “How’s your mom doing, Rae? I heard she had quite a time this past weekend.”
I rolled my eyes. “Clever, Clinton. A mom joke. We’re all impressed. Such original material.”
He narrowed his eyes. “It’s Clint.”
I started slow-clapping, which caused Marina to laugh even harder. And while her laugh was the most annoying thing on the face of this planet, it only served to piss Clint off more. Which was a marvelous sight.
I stopped clapping. “I don’t care what you want to be called. If you’re going to come over here and harass me with your idiotic tactics, at least be prepared to take your own damn medication, asshole.”
Clint snarled. “At least my mother’s not a filthy cum-dumpster like yours is.”
“Nope. She’s just an absent, rich, tottie little woman who’s addicted to painkillers and plastic surgery. Which would be the reason why your father left her, right? Traded her in for a newer model. Also known as your stepmother?”