Page 50 of Chaos at Westbrook High

“Why not there?”

He glares. “You gonna be difficult this entire time?”

“If I wanna be, yeah.”

“Are you stupid?”

“Are you?”

Callie snorts, and Damon locks his jaw, looking back at her for a second before he sets his eyes on me again. “You don’t like me.”

“Not so stupid, then.”

“You don’t like any of us,” he goes on, his gaze flicking to Kai and back. “But you like our dad?”

“Your dad’s just as bad as the rest of you.”

“Yet you still let him pay for you to go to Westbrook,” he says. “Right?”

Rolling my eyes, I nod, already knowing where this is going.

“You didn’t want him to though,” he guesses.

“No. He…” I sigh. “I got kicked out of Bridgeport?—”

“For what?” Callie asks.

“Fighting,” I answer after a beat, ignoring the impressed look she hits me with.

“Nice.”

“And he forced me to go to Westbrook,” I finish.

“He forced you?” Damon cocks his head at me. “How? What does he have on you?”

Just as I’m about to tell him that’s not his business, Wyatt appears with a tray of coffees, a bottle of water for Damon, and a chocolate croissant for Callie. An awkward silence falls over us while he sets the coffees down on the table.

“Thanks,” I give him a small smile, and he squeezes my shoulder a little harder than necessary, shaking me a little before walking away.

My brows pinch.

What is going on with him?

“Motherfucke—”

“Kai,” Damon says, shaking his head. “Don’t.”

“Why the fuck not?”

They stare each other out for a few seconds, and then Damon’s mouth does something that resembles a smile. “Go.”

When Kai moves, ready to stand, I grab his thigh to stop him. He looks down at my hand, my fingers curling into the denim of his jeans, and slowly eases back into his seat.

When Damon’s strange little smile turns into a knowing smirk, Kai mutters, “Prick.”

Damon laughs. Fucking laughs.

That’s when I note the expression on Callie’s face. She looks like she’s trying to hold in her own laughter as she takes a big bite of her croissant.

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