Page 2 of Chaos at Westbrook High

“Would it be weird if I got myself off right here?”

“Yes.” Wren grunts.

“You know our dicks were this close to each other last night,” I pinch my thumb and forefinger together to show him. “This close, brother.”

He curses and pinches the bridge of his nose. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I shrug and snatch the joint from him, taking a hit before I pass it back. “You’re the one who called us incest.”

“Jesus. I was kidding.”

I laugh. He drops down on his back, his shoulder touching mine while he gazes up at the bright, clear sky. The two of us lie in silence while he gets high—the same thing he’s done every morning since the day he broke up with his ex-girlfriend for cheating on him with our cousin. He’s never said it to me out loud, but I know it damn near killed him to watch someone else fucking the girl he thought he’d love forever.

Just as the thought crosses my mind, he shoots up to a sitting position and drags a hand over his jaw, side-eyeing the lovesick fools beside us with a pained expression that looks a lot like regret. “Shit. Shit, Kai?—”

“Don’t,” I cut in, keeping my voice low to ensure they don’t hear us. “You’re not Derek, and Callie’s not Freya. You didn’t fuck Damon’s girlfriend behind his back. You didn’t do anything wrong, all right?”

“We still fucked her, Kai.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” I repeat. “Let it go, brother.”

It takes him a minute, but he finally nods, his brows pulled down low over his eyes while he burns the end of his joint. “You think Damon’s gonna kill us today?” he asks, but I can tell he’s joking this time. Anything to get the attention off him and onto someone else.

“No, but I think your boy might have something to say about it when he finds out.”

He glares at that, still pretending he’s not hung up on the guy who sucked his dick a few months ago. “I don’t give a fuck what he has to say.”

“Right.”

“And he’s not mine.”

“I know.”

“I don’t even think about him anymore.”

“Yeah.”

His nostrils flare. “Fuck you.”

A laugh bubbles out of me, and he shoves my ass.

After Callie climbs out from under the sheet, she stands and grabs her clothes from the coffee table next to the pool. She looks out at the ocean while she pulls a black tank over her head, her long, dark hair a tangled mess that covers almost the entire length of her back. She likes the view from up here, probably because you don’t get to see much when you’re raised in a shitty apartment building in Vegas surrounded by other shitty apartment buildings. She might pretend to hate living here with us, but I think she secretly likes it. Just a little bit.

“Where’re you goin’?” I ask.

She bends over to shove her foot into her ripped jeans. “To grab a mocha latte from that cute little coffee shop down the street,” she answers, making me frown.

What cute little coffee shop down the street?

When she continues getting dressed like nothing is wrong, I share a look with my brothers, then cock my head at her. “You’re going to get a coffee?”

“That’s what I said.”

“All by yourself?”

“Yes, Kai,” she says slowly, peeking up at us when she catches three sets of eyes drilled into the top of her head. “What?”

I shake my head at how oblivious she is and hop up to my feet, quickly shoving my clothes on while my brothers do the same on either side of me.

---