The devil

Her uncle is a congressman, so politics aren’t a foreign concept to her or her family. Her parents aren’t rich, but they are hardworking people. Something that would have made people support her, and in turn, support me. She came from good stock.

Not to mention—people enjoy a high school sweethearts love story when it comes to their politicians.

But there’s no way I can stay with her given everyone knows she cheated on me with Damien King of all people.

She ruined everything. And now that the dust is starting to settle…it hurts. Losing her is like losing a block of wood you took the time to personally carve out in order to fit the part of your puzzle that needed to be filled.

A year and a half down the drain. Just like that.

God, I hate wasting my time. Especially when chances are she’s just going to end up with some other aspiring politician who will profit from all the hard work I put into her.

“I’m so sorry, Cain,” Katrina says, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I cross my arms over my chest. “Me too.”

Her gaze darts around the room, looking everywhere else but at me. “It’s just…you’re always so busy all the time, and Damien—”

“Does nothing but fuck and smoke weed all day.”

She blinks. “Well, yeah.” She looks at him. “No offense.”

He lights his cigarette. “None taken.”

“It’s just…I don’t know. Everything between us seemed like it was on autopilot lately,” Katrina continues. “We barely see one another because you’re always so busy with student council and the debate team. And whenever we do hang out, it’s always the same thing. We go to Fatty’s, meet up with your friends, and then screw for five minutes in the back of your car until you drop me off at home.”

Damien snorts.

I narrow my eyes at him before addressing Katrina. “First of all, it’s not five minutes. It’s never five minutes. Secondly, if you wanted to switch things up with our routine, you should have opened your mouth and said something.”

“I did.” Mascara streaks line her cheeks. “I told you last week and you ignored me.”

“Last week I was filling out college applications. I was a little distracted.”

Especially since my brother already found out he was accepted to Harvard. He’s not only six minutes older than me, he also surpasses me on nearly everything that matters. Grades, sports, politics, looks…our father’s approval.  

She jerks her chin at Damien who’s watching our exchange with a humorous expression on his face. “Well, that makes two of us.” She buttons her cardigan. “I’m sorry, Cain but—”

“Wait,” I interject because there’s no way in hell I’m letting her fuck him in front of me and then turn right around and break up with me. People might be eavesdropping outside, and I won’t let her make me look like a chump. “You’ve been fucking him since last week?”

She nods. He shrugs.

“We had sex yesterday,” I remind her.

Damien looks unfazed by this information.

Katrina, however, looks guilty. “I’m—”

It’s all I need.

“I don’t want to hear your apology, Katrina.” I roar loud enough she jumps. “Get the hell out of my face, you lying, cheating slut.”

Her mouth drops open and she looks at Damien to defend her honor.

I tense, preparing for a fight. I don’t want one, but it’s pretty much unavoidable at this point thanks to my outburst.

To my surprise and bemusement, Damien remains silent as he takes another drag off his cigarette, appearing undeniably lackadaisical.  

“All right, it’s settled then. We’re over.” Straightening her spine, Katrina bats her eyelashes at Damien. “Call me later?”

Damien stares at her blankly. “I thought we were over?”

She looks about as confused as I feel. “Me and Cain are over, silly. Not us.”   

Damien looks positively disturbed. “I don’t do girlfriends.”

“Of course not,” Katrina coos. “We’ve only been seeing each other for a week. It’s too soon for that kind of talk.”

“Fucking,” Damien corrects. “I fucked you twice in the same week.” He takes another long drag off his cigarette. “And only because I thought you already had a boyfriend and therefore not looking for one.”

Well, this is awkward.

Katrina smiles nervously. “Can we not talk about this in front of Cain? I don’t want to upset him more than he already is.”

Jesus Christ. I suddenly feel like a child in the middle of a divorce.

“I’m not upset.” I’m a little upset.

“Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but just because I shared the same cunt with your boyfriend, doesn’t mean I share or inherit your relationship problems. The pussy is the only part I’m interested in.” Damien stubs out his cigarette. “Unfortunately for you, yours is now past the acceptable expiration date.”

Dammit, he not only screwed my girl, he also had a better breakup line.  

Katrina understandably looks offended. “You’re an asshole.”

It’s my turn to snort. Telling Damien King he’s an asshole is like telling a deaf person they can’t hear. Utterly pointless.

She grabs her purse. “The two of you can go to hell.”

And she must be blind because I’m pretty sure I’m already here.

Damien laughs as she closes the shed door behind her.

“Something fu

He looks around. “You talking to me?”

“What are you, DeNiro? Of course, I’m talking to you. Who else is here—” The sound of clanking outside snags my attention. “What was that?”

He curses under his breath. “That was the sound of us getting fucked.”

“I beg your pardon?”

He walks over to the door and pushes. “She locked us in here.”

I walk over and try it myself. “Shit.”

He rolls his creepy eyes. “Told you.” He pulls out his cell phone from his pocket. “I’m go

I look around. “We can probably get ourselves out. We are in the shop shed.”

His tongue finds his cheek. “See a blowtorch around here?”

No. There’s nothing but wood and basic hand tools. None of which do us any good since we’re locked on the inside.

“Exactly.” He brings the phone to his ear. “Yo, Bagels, it’s D. Listen, I need a favor. I was fucking some bitch in the school shed, but shit went south, and she ended up locking me in here. My phone’s about to die so don’t call me back. Just get your ass to the shed with some bolt cutters.” He’s about to hang up but pauses. “And an eighth of that green lady. I’m good for it.”

I glare at him. “Did you really just call your drug dealer for help?”

The last thing I need is to be discovered in the school shed with Cheech and Chong’s long-lost brother and an eighth of weed four months before graduation.

My father will kill me.

He picks his cuticles. “If you’re so concerned, call one of your own contacts and handle it yourself.”

“I will.” I feel around for my own phone but come up empty. “Shit.”

“What’s the matter, Mr. President? Find a hole in your polo?”

A

He throws his at me. “Knock yourself out.”

I go to dial, but the phone screen goes black. “It’s dead.” Panic rivals my a

He lights another cigarette. “Bagels will come through. Dude can’t say no to a sale. It’s why I asked him to bring weed.”  He shrugs. “As for your chick…that’s simple. I’m richer and I fuck better.”