Page 28 of Chaos at Westbrook High

“Easy, baby,” he says, making it sound threatening and soothing all at once. “I’m gonna let that slide because you’re all worked up and I know you’re just lashing out, trying to hit me where it hurts, but just know that the next time you talk shit about Callie, I won’t be so nice about it.”

Cold fear creeps up my spine, and I can’t help but believe him, thinking about the things they did to my brother the night they found him with Callie.

“You call this nice?”

“I call this getting your pussy wet.” He tilts my head to one side, moving his lips over my cheek. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

When I open my mouth, he shakes his head in mock disapproval, stopping me. “Don’t lie to me,” he warns. “I don’t like liars.”

I hate him.

“Well?”

“Go away,” I say through my teeth.

He raises a brow before looking over at something beside us. With my throat still in his hand, I follow his line of sight, finding all four of the other Kingstons waiting for their brother by the door. The boys are all looking directly at me, their expressions cold and empty like they always are since they saw me with Derek, but Callie can’t seem to help herself. She’s got an amused smile on her face, leaning back against Damon’s chest with her hands shoved into the pockets of that massive black hoodie she wears all the time. Most of the girls around here wear designer skirts and six inch heels to school, but not Callie. She’s happy in her ripped jeans with her black makeup and her dark, messy hair that looks as if she doesn’t bother to fix it after she’s been rolling around in the sheets with Damon. As much as I hate to admit it, the look suits her. She’s ridiculously beautiful.

Finally done playing with me, Kai stands up and sets me down on the table next to my books. With his body wedged between my legs, he lowers his face to mine and runs his thumbs over my throat, soothing the spot he grabbed just now.

“Go away,” I repeat slowly.

A small smile touches his lips. I don’t miss the look in his eyes as he moves to leave.

He’ll go away.

For now.

Chapter 12

KAI

Freshly showered after our gym session, the five of us head downstairs and spread out around the kitchen island. I’m still thinking about Hailey while I grab five waters from the fridge and hand them out.

I wasn’t just fucking with her today. I want her bad and it’s driving me insane.

I should hate her by default, and I do a little bit, but I still want the mouthy little brat all the same. I want to know what makes her tick. I want to know what she likes and what she doesn’t like, what she does in her free time when I’m not around to watch her. I want to know if she sleeps naked, if she likes being fucked fast and hard or slow and deep. I want to know about the daisy tattoo on her thumb. I want to know if she has scars, inside and out. I want to know about her family and her life and her ambitions and shit. I want to know everything.

It’s fucking ridiculous, but there you have it.

I’m obsessed with a girl who fascinates me and infuriates me all at once, and I see no way to stop it. No way out and no way to turn it the fuck off.

And then there’s the fact that she won’t let me have her, that she doesn’t want to want me back, which just makes it ten times worse. Wanting something I can’t have is new to me, and I have no clue what to do or how to handle it.

My dick starts to grow at the mere thought of her, and I adjust the needy fucker in my jeans.

When I realize it’s too quiet in here, I look up to find Callie watching me, side-eyeing my hand on my zipper as she takes a sip of water. The boys are staring at me as well.

“What?” I bite out, harsher than I meant to, but they’re used to my attitude and don’t even flinch. Callie rolls her lips together, and I sneer at her. “I hate you.”

She chuckles and shakes her head at me.

“Just fucking spit it out, Callie.”

“All right. You’re being a dick at school.”

Grinning, I reach out and play with the wet ends of her hair. “You like it when I’m a dick.”

“Kai.”

---