Page 78 of Chaos at Westbrook High

Wren

Hey.

It’s late.

Why aren’t you back yet?

Kai?

Answer the phone.

Kai, it’s the middle of the night. This isn’t funny, asshole.

Answer the phone or I’m telling Damon.

Damn it, Kai.

Damon

Where are you?

Wren

He’s calling James.

Are you sleeping there?

Damon

I’m going to kill you.

That one was sent just under an hour ago, meaning they’ve probably been awake all night.

Almost falling over my feet, I quickly get dressed in my sweats and hoodie. Frowning at me like I’m a lunatic, Hailey leans up on her elbows, her frown deepening when I lean over her and shove my T-shirt over her head. I get her arms through the holes and pull her up to stand, the hem falling down to the middle of her thighs.

“This is happening again.”

“This is never happening again.”

Fisting the material at her waist, I pull her body into mine. “Just like you wearing my clothes was never gonna happen?”

“You’re acting like I had a choice,” she throws back, widening her eyes at me like I’m insane.

I think she might be right.

“Send me a picture when I’m gone.”

“Not a chance.”

“Chickenshit,” I tease, curling my fingers around her throat and kissing her again. “What time do you need to be at the shop?”

“Six-thirty. Why?”

“I’ll pick you up in forty-five minutes.”

“What?”

I pull away before she can fight me on it. “See you soon, beautiful.”

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