In a curious maneuver only a panicked mind could make, Beatrice suddenly found herself thinking about physics. As her grip around Levi's arm slipped and the two of them stepped towards her waiting friends, the addled servant had a vague recollection about the theory of relativity, and her struggles to learn it junior year. Back then, the idea that an object's velocity could somehow alter time had seemed impossibly abstract. But now, with her thoughts racing at light speed and her surroundings slowing to a crawl, Beatrice felt like she finally understood.
Of all times to have a scientific epiphany, it had to be while she was wearing a mini-skirt.
The space between Beatrice and the food court seemed to expand and envelope her, magnifying not only the distance, but every experience within it. She became helplessly aware of the fabric stretching across her thighs, each step making her legs feel somehow bound and naked at the exact same time. Her blouse swished and flounced like a ridiculous costume, one she regretted anew with every blink of Teresa's curious eyes. Beatrice could track the emotions spreading across her friends' faces, first in Teresa's slowly stretching smile and next in Suzi's open-mouthed amusement. Beatrice knew what she was in store for, knew that they wouldn't let her new outfit and closeness to Levi go unexploited. But there was no way for her to warn him now, no way to avert the coming collision. To run would be to invite even further scorn--all that was left to do was grit her teeth, tense her shoulders, and endure the crash as best she could.
"Wowwww look at that." Teresa reclined in her chair, her grin somehow lifting another notch as Beatrice and Levi settled across from her. "Look at you all dolled up today. What's the occasion?"
"N-nothing." Beatrice shrugged. "Just felt like trying something new, that's all."
"Oh totally." The smug redhead laughed. "I mean, who
hasn't
gone through a slutty secretary phase, right?"
Suzi giggled. "Maybe she's hunting for a husband."
"Aaah, good point! Is that it, Bea? Are you looking for a big, strong man to help you with those heavy bags? Maybe give you a nice tiara and call you a princess?"
"Princess!" Suzi clapped. "Ohmigod, that's hilarious!"
Beatrice's fingers curled into fists, but she forced a crooked grin. "Wow, you got me there. If you weren't so clearly jealous, it might've actually been funny."
"Aw c'mon now," Teresa waved the comment away. "We're just messing with you, Bea. You look great, really. Don't you agree, Levi?"
Beatrice sensed Levi stiffen beside her. She glanced his way, dreading and anticipating what his response would be. Could he keep his head and play it cool? Or would he hijack the conversation with his typical, infernal arrogance? As embarrassing as that would be, a sick part of Beatrice thrilled at the thought of his dark gaze cutting through the tittering teens, of their smiles falling as they sensed the danger only she'd experienced thus far.
But curiously, the demon's eyes remained downcast, in the same position they'd assumed since he'd sat. "Um. S-sure," he finally mumbled.
"Awww he's embarrassed!" Teresa snickered. "It's okay, Levi. You should be proud. We all know you're the real reason Bea's become such a good little girl lately."
Levi straightened, aghast. "What? Why would you think that?"
Suzi smirked. "Uh, 'cause she told us? Duh?"
Now Levi's attention darted to Beatrice, his pupils burning with black fire. "What did she say?"
"Just that you have very...particular tastes," Teresa explained. "And that you're very good at keeping her in line. Which is kinda impressive, really. Our Bea can be a real wildcat, can't she?"
Beatrice's eyes narrowed. "I just don't take any bullshit. Unlike certain drama queens who can't get enough of it."
"Ouch. See, Levi? This kitty's got claws. Make sure you keep her on a short leash."
Once again, Beatrice hoped for a scathing retort, but the demon appeared to have sunk back into himself. "Y-you're mistaken," he grumbled. "She does as she pleases. It has nothing to do with me."
For some reason, Beatrice felt as though she'd just been slapped. Even Teresa and Suzi seemed taken aback, but it wasn't long before their gleeful grins returned.
"Really?" Teresa purred. "That's a shame. You two make such a cute couple."
"Yeah, it's like..." Suzi paused for thought. "What's the saying? 'Opposites attract?'"
"Opposites attract!" Teresa slapped the table. "Exactly. It's like...grungy podcast host and his Insta thot wife."
"Oh oh! Or like um...beauty and the...uh...emo...beast."
"Emo beast! Oh my god!"
Both girls erupted into giggles, jostling the anger lodged in Beatrice's throat. She glared at Levi, no longer hoping for a response, but demanding one. Surely, the domineering demon wasn't going to take this lying down. Even if he wasn't exactly a social savant, there was no reason for him to let these idiots walk all over him.
His eyes met hers for a fraction of a moment, then fell. "We're not a couple. I barely even know her."
"Whaaaaat?" Teresa exclaimed. "Are you sure? You guys seemed pretty close just a minute ago."
"That was...she did that on her own," Levi fidgeted. "Maybe she's obsessed with me. I dunno."
Beatrice didn't hear the laugher that followed. She could see her friends' lips and eyes widen, could read their shock and mirth plain as day. But her ears were filled by a faint yet painful ringing, as though Levi's words had detonated beside her skull.
Obsessed with him?
Obsessed
with
him?!
"Oh Bea, I'm so sorry," Teresa chortled. "He really didn't let you down easy, huh?"
Beatrice snapped her focus away from the downcast demon. Clearly, she couldn't count on his support, so she would have to go on the attack instead. She scanned her opposition for angles, noticing that, despite their earlier mockery, they were dressed just as provocatively as she was. Suzi was practically spilling from her tube-top with every giggle, and Teresa's elaborate makeup and teased up tresses were clearly compensating for her comparative lack of curves.
"It's such a shame too." Teresa plucked at Beatrice's sleeve. "After you got all dressed up and everything."
"At least I have an excuse." Beatrice forced a fanged grin of her own. "What's yours? Hoping the Cinnabon guy will give you some extra special icing?"
Teresa's smile wavered but she didn't back down. "Actually, Lucy set us up with some boys from the football team. Said they wanted to meet some swim team hotties so...here we are."
"Really?" Beatrice cocked an eyebrow. "What, did she find some JV benchwarmers for you to toy with?"
"Nope!" Suzi beamed. "They're first string varsity players. And they said they're gonna show us a
real
good time!"
Beatrice frowned. Apparently, Lucy had been busy the past week or so. Typically, when it came to club cross-pollination, the football team coupled with the cheer squad or even the color guard if times were tough. Now it seemed the golden goddess was trying to forge a new alliance, though why Beatrice couldn't say. A part of her was annoyed at being kept out of the loop but, then again, she