Page 55 of Chaos at Westbrook High

Wren passes me the joint he’s rolled. I stick it between my lips to light it.

“What’s wrong, Kai?” Callie asks. “You look sad.”

“That’s what I said,” Wren agrees.

I roll my eyes at the both of them. “I’m not fucking sad. Jesus.”

Callie sticks her bottom lip out and pouts. Damn, she really is drunk. Our girl doesn’t pout.

After sharing a knowing look with Wren, she nods at him, smushes our faces together and kisses our heads, then walks back over to Damon and Rachel.

“I don’t need a babysitter, brother,” I grumble, but I don’t pull away from him, resting my head on his shoulder.

“You came to me,” he points out. Passing me the empty cup he’s holding so I can flick my ash into it, he asks, “Is it the coffee girl?”

I nod, rounding my lips to blow smoke rings, though I’m not as good at it as he is.

“I really thought she’d come. Dumb, right?”

“You like her,” he says. “Shit. You really like her, don’t you?”

I hum as her pretty smile invades my head. I wish she’d smile at me like that.

“Like I said.” I pass him the joint. “Dumb.”

I pull my phone out of my jeans and hold it up in front of my face. Still nothing. I text her because she’s turned me into a desperate fool.

Kai

What are you doing right now?

Five minutes go by, then ten, but she doesn’t respond. I know she’s seen it though. The girl’s leaving me on read. She’s so fucking mean.

I smile, then clench my jaw.

Fuck this little stabby feeling in my stomach.

When Levi and Ryan walk over holding two drinks each, Levi passes one to Wren and gestures for him to sit forward, tucking himself in behind him and pulling my brother back into his chest.

“You took forever,” Wren complains.

“Baby, I was five minutes.” Levi accepts the joint from his hand, takes a hit, and pulls his head back by his hair to shotgun it into his mouth.

Wren grins, and I look the other way.

So fucking lucky.

Ryan looks at me funny, and I raise a brow, spreading my legs and nodding at the space between them. “You wanna lie on me like that, my boy?”

He laughs, which makes me feel a little better about myself.

I’m the one who makes people laugh.

He takes a seat next to me, and I reach for one of the drinks he’s holding, but he pulls it back. “These are both mine,” he says, tipping his chin at the door. “Get out of here already.”

“What?”

“Why do you think Callie’s letting Rachel get her so fucked up tonight?” he asks, side-eyeing Damon, who’s still trying to pour water down Callie’s throat. “Go be with your girl while he’s occupied with his.”

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