Page 79 of Chaos at Westbrook High

Unlocking her bedroom door, I walk out to the living room and put my sneakers on, only just looking around at her space even though this is the second time I’ve been here. It’s small but well furnished and nicely decorated, tidy and spotless. The surfaces look clean enough to eat off.

My eyes flick to one of the photos on a shelf in the corner, one of a smiling blonde woman and a little girl. Just as I’m about to walk over to get a better look at it, Hailey says, “Don’t even think about it.”

I stop, smiling at her over my shoulder.

“…can’t just go banging on her door like a psycho at five-thirty in the morning,” someone who sounds like Levi says, making us both look toward the front door. “You’re gonna scare the shit out of her.”

“Who gives a fuck?”

“Kai gives a fuck, you idiot.”

Hailey’s eyes widen at the sound of my brothers out in the hall, her head swinging back around to me as if it’s my fault they’re out there.

I guess it is my fault.

She grits her teeth at me. “Go.”

I walk over to the front door and open it. Damon’s eyes hit mine as Wren, Levi, and Callie spin to face me. The three of them move as one, forming a line in front of Damon as if that’s going to stop him. I almost laugh at the thought.

As expected, Damon shoulders Levi out of the way, taking a threatening step toward me. I take a cautious step back, moving further back into Hailey’s apartment.

“Damon…” I try, but he’s not stopping.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He snatches my jaw, his fingers digging in painfully as he scans me from head to toe, checking for damage.

“You mean other than the pain in my face right now?” I joke, wincing when he squeezes even harder. “Ow. Easy on the jawline, motherf?—”

“Don't even try to laugh your way out of this,” he says angrily. “You told Wren you’d be home last night. He waited up for you. He was worried sick about you and you think this is funny?”

“No,” I say quietly, my heart sinking when I look over at my twin. “I’m sorry, brother.”

He nods and rubs the back of his head, giving me a little smile when he catches the look in my eyes. I don’t need to say it. He already knows what I’m thinking. That dread I felt when I woke up not long ago—the dread I forgot about when I realized I was in bed with Hailey—that was Wren. That was his dread.

I feel like a piece of shit for forgetting about him.

I open my mouth to grovel and promise I’ll never do it again, but he grins at me, his eyes on my swollen lips. “Did you kiss her?”

I grin back, making him laugh.

“Holy shit.” He shakes his head.

“I’ll tell you about it later.”

Damon glares at me, and I clear my throat.

“We don’t sleep out,” he says, finally releasing my face with a shove. He still looks pissed, but not pissed enough to want to choke me to death anymore.

“I know.”

“So why did you?”

I don’t answer that, but it seems I don’t need to. He’s already caught me, his dark eyes moving to Hailey over my shoulder. She’s standing a few feet behind me, staring at the five of us as if we’re the strangest family she’s ever known.

I don’t know why that makes me smile.

When she realizes all the attention is on her, she pulls the hem of my shirt down and crosses her legs, squeezing them together to keep my cum from running down her inner thighs.

Callie averts her eyes with a knowing look on her face, the first to figure out what we did. Or what we didn’t do. Three times. Damon looks between his wife and Hailey’s bare legs, his brows jumping before he cuts his gaze back to me.

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