Page 107 of Chaos at Westbrook High

Before Hailey or Damon or anyone else can stop me, I push my older brother out of the way and swing my fist into Jay’s face. He hits the sand on his ass, and then I’m on top of him, getting as many hits in as I can before Damon hauls me off him. “Enough.”

I laugh at the blood dripping from Jay’s mouth as my brothers hold me back. “You just made an enemy out of me, college boy. Don’t let me catch you by myself.”

The fear in his eyes as he scrambles away from me makes me grin like a maniac.

“Kai.” Wren shakes me. “Dude, are you good?”

I nod, and he loosens his grip on me.

The crowd splits for Hailey to walk through, and I chase after her, grabbing her arm and turning her to face me. “Baby?—”

She looks from my bloody hand to me, and I swallow as I release her. When I look into her pretty blue eyes, all I see is rage and betrayal, and I know I fucked up.

“Oh, shit.”

“Hailey, wait.”

“Get away from me.”

“Baby.”

“No.”

“Hails.”

“Stop it, Kai,” she grits out, pushing her way into the closet in her bedroom.

“You’re mad at me.”

She huffs out a humorless laugh and searches through the duffel on the floor, tossing it away when she doesn’t find what she’s looking for. I jump out of her way when she barrels back into the main part of the bedroom, raising a brow when she drops her shorts and grabs a pair of my sweats I left on the floor last night. She made my dad tell the housekeepers not to step foot in here, not to pick up after her or do any of her laundry, and even though he didn’t seem pleased about it, he agreed because I think even he might be a little scared of her. Or maybe he just knows it’s better to pick his battles with her. She’s here, after all. And that’s all he really wants from her. To keep her under this roof and protect her from his psycho brother.

She doesn’t seem to care that those are the sweats I wore last night, or that they’re way too big for her, glaring in my direction while she stubbornly shoves her legs into them. She’s so fucking adorable, I have to hide my laugh behind my knuckles.

“Don't look so smug, asshole,” she grumbles, pulling the drawstring as tight as it’ll go. “You know I don’t have any of my own clothes left.”

“Hailey—”

“Just get the hell out, Kai.” She gives me her back, taking the hoodie from the chair in the corner and throwing it on over her head. That’s Wren’s, not mine, but I don’t dare mention it.

“You really want me to go?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” I ask stupidly, cringing when she turns around to glare at me again.

I know why. I saw the way Derek looked at her after I beat the shit out of his friend. I might as well have come right out and told him that’s the guy who took his little sister’s virginity.

“I’m sorry, Hailey. I’m an idiot.”

When she bounces her searching gaze between mine, a small fraction of her anger seems to fall away, and I breathe a little easier as she stuffs her hands into the pockets of my sweats. “You mean that?”

I nod. I really do.

“Why did you do it?”

“I was jealous,” I say honestly. “I saw him grab you and I wanted to break the hand he touched you with. And when I figured out who he was, I…I wasn’t thinking.”

She squints at me, assessing me for a long moment before her shoulders drop. Just when I think she’s calmed down enough for me to touch her, she takes a small step back. “I don’t like this,” she says quietly.

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