Lucas's pov. Kael leaned against the tiled wall, twirling the hoe between his fingers as he helped me uproot the dead flowers. "You know," he said, smirking, "one day you're going to push Cross too far and he's going to be a more irritating bitch." I shrugged. "That's exactly what I want. Watching Bennet lose his cool satisfies me, a lot." Still, as I glanced at the restroom where Bennett was hunched over, scrubbing with all the rage in his tiny, angry heart, a smile stretched on my lips. It was too easy to set him off. It was almost boring at this point. Almost. "Come on," Kael nudged my side. "Before Trent finds another chore for your sorry ass." I was about to follow him when I caught Bennett's eyes again. Grey and cold. Burning holes into me like he wished he could erase me from existence. I gave him a slow, mocking wink just to see that vein on his forehead pop, just how I liked it His gloved hands clenched the sink like he was about to uproot it. Perfect. "Lucas,"
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