Page 99 of Chaos at Westbrook High

“Yes…”

“We’re going with you.”

“All of you?”

He nods, not looking at me as he runs his hands over Wren’s outer thighs.

Tongue in cheek, I turn and connect eyes with the big brother, crossing my arms over my chest in defiance. “You don't trust me?”

A small smirk touches his lips as he leans back against the wall, neither confirming or denying it.

“Damn it, Damon. I don’t need a babysitter.”

Another smirk. “Tough. You’ve got five.”

I close my locker and turn around, jumping when I bump right into Kai’s chest.

“Jesus. Why am I always walking into you?”

“Fate?”

“Bad luck,” I mutter, struggling not to smile like a fool when he lifts my chin up with his finger.

He narrows his eyes. “You’re avoiding me.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. You’ve barely looked at me twice since we left the penthouse this morning.”

“I’ve looked at you,” I argue, immediately regretting it when I see the grin he’s failing to hide.

Grabbing my waist, he pushes me back against my locker, pressing his body into mine. He kisses me softly, coaxing my lips apart with barely any effort at all. I slide my fingers through his hair, pleased with myself when it makes him groan into my mouth.

“Baby, tell me what’s wrong.”

Refusing to tell him I’m worried I’m gonna get my traitorous little heart broken when all is said and done between us, I say nothing.

I don’t know how or when it happened, and I hate myself for being that girl, but there you have it. I’m that girl. The stupid one falling for the fuck boy.

“Everyone’s looking at us,” I say, mostly to change the subject, but also because it’s true.

“Let them look.” He squeezes my waist in a tight grip. “I want them to know you’re my girl.”

His girl.

My heart kicks around in my chest, and I push his face away from mine, relieved when I see Callie and the boys walking toward us.

Callie knows. I don’t know how she knows, just that she does.

She raises a brow at me, and I give her a look that says, I’ll fight you if you don’t keep your mouth shut. It makes her laugh at me with her eyes.

“Did she text you back yet?” Wren asks.

Kai takes Derek’s phone out of his pocket, checks it, and shakes his head. “No.”

“Why are you texting her?” I ask, still leaning back against the lockers with Kai pressed against me.

“I’m trying to get her to show up at the beach party we’re throwing tomorrow night.”

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