Page 92 of Demon Apathy: Sunderverse

“What the hell?!” Jenna said as she finished reading. “Just you and Sage? What about Benjamin and me?”

I shrugged, feeling bad for her. But I couldn’t answer her question. I was as confused as she was.

Another knock at the door. This time, Jenna opened. “These too?”

“Yes, I didn’t realize there were more,” the hall monitor said.

“Do you know exactly what they’re for?” Jenna asked.

“Nope. He just told me to bring them up.”

Jenna closed the door and handed me a couple of high-end shopping bags. “It looks like shoes.” She collapsed on her bed, looking dejected. “So not fair. Why does Sage get to go and not me?I’myour best friend, not him.”

My mouth stretched to form a huge smile. Jenna thought I was her best friend? No one had ever considered me their best friend.

She rolled her eyes. “Stop smiling like an idiot. Yes, you’re my best friend.”

“You’re my best friend, too,” I said, not caring that I sounded corny.

“Aw, am I your first best friend?”

“Of course not.” I whirled and stared at the sparkling dress to hide my face.

“I am!” she shrieked, then jumped on my back, clenching my neck into a tight hug. We fell backward and landed on the floor, rolling with laughter.

A loud thump sounded on the wall, and our next-door roommate shouted, “Shut up, you two. I’m trying to sleep.” Her name was Kylie, and Jenna and I had a feeling she didn’t like us at all.

I clamped my hand over my mouth, trying to repress my giggles as Jenna started tickling me mercilessly.

The clothes required no alteration. They fit perfectly, as Drevan had said. Sage was impressed with the suit even if he was used to fancy clothes. He said it must cost thousands of dollars and was hoping he could keep it.

“Not so mad at Drevan anymore, huh?” Jenna teased him.

He ignored her. “What could Drevan possibly have in mind?” he asked instead.

We were sitting in the common room, lounging by a crackling fire. For the last hour, we’d been going in circles about what was in store for us the next day.

“It makes no sense.” Benjamin tapped his chin.

He’d been deep in thought, mostly listening to us ramble about wild theories that involved walking the red carpet to the premier of Rebecca Hudson’s new movie, to going to the White House for dinner with the president. That one was a stretch, but with Drevan, anything was possible.

“Maybe…” Benjamin paused, hesitating.

“Go on.” Jenna encouraged him.

“Maybe, this guy Richie isn’t a lowlife like we thought.”

I nodded slowly, considering. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“It sure does!” Jenna patted Benjamin’s shoulder. “You’re so smart. Why didn’t I think of that? I bet you’re right.”

His cheeks turned red. Sage gave an exasperated sigh. He didn’t think Jenna and Benjamin were cute at all, but what did he know?

“They should just have sex and get all thisadorkableshit over with,” he’d mumbled in my ear the other day as Jenna and Benjamin giggled over a book at the library.

I’d shushed him and called him a jaded bastard.

The rest of the day and the entirety of Saturday morning, we were unable to think or speak of anything else, so when noon arrived, the four of us stood outside Striker Hall, packages in hand, waiting for Drevan.