Page 56 of Falling in Reverse

TRAVIS: Then we’ll figure it out.

TRAVIS: Are you going to tell Levi?

BAY: Not tonight. Who knows what he’s going to say or do. I need to digest this for a minute.

TRAVIS: Okay, text me tomorrow, alright?

LEVI: Why do you look like you’re about to cry?

Prying my eyes from my screen, Levi is kicked back with one leg crossed over the other knee with a lift of his pierced brow.

Observant motherfucker.

BAY: You haven’t left yet.

LEVI: haha…you’re an asshole.

BAY: Get off my phone, loser, and watch the movie.

I flip text threads and open the one with Travis.

BAY: Levi is here. I’ll text you when he’s gone.

I glance over my phone to find my best friend still watching me. There’s no such thing as coming out unscathed in war and that’s what this is. I may not have been my mom’s biggest fan, but the consequences sure as hell hurt my family.

And it just destroyed me.

FIFTEEN

bay

“Houston, we have a problem.” My body is jerked softly, but I keep my wearisome head firmly planted in my palm. My eyes are so heavy that it’ll take a crane to open them. “Bay, you might want to be conscious for this.”

“Nooo,” I groan, wishing Nessa would just fuck off with needing to tell me every fucking cute guy she sees in this dumbass school.

I was almost half asleep, wanting to spend the only fifteen minutes I have without teachers blabbing on and on about whatever the hell because I'm getting zero sleep at home. Every creak or sound the house makes, I believe is someone breaking in and Emilio holding true to what he said last week at the bar.

I've touched that damn shotgun in my room so many times that I'm relatively embarrassed to say the amount.

"Bay." The urgency in Nessa's voice has me cracking my eyes open, immediately blinded by the color of bright red.

“The fuck?” I shadow my vision with my hand against the cafeteria lighting and whatever the hell is blaring me in the face.

Slowly, I glance up at a slim frame with even brighter lips and a darker scowl.

"Oh, hey, Layla. What gives us the pleasure of your presence today? Shouldn’t you be bent over a desk or fuming off some threats to some lowly college freshmen?”

"You hit my brother, bitch," she leers, ignoring my other pretty serious questions and stapling me with a set of shit-brown eyes and overly done eyeshadow of browns and pinks.

I can't help but notice how her cat-like eyeliner is also crooked on her left eye. Maybe she was already angled over something earlier.

I yawn, not bothering to stop it because why would I for my archenemy? Layla and I have been going at this piddly-ass crap since my sophomore year of high school. "Who?"

"Davis, hoe. My brother, Davis."

I lift my shoulders. “I don’t know who that is, dude.”

“Saint Augustine…” Layla still glowers at me. “He said you went all crazy and hit him for no reason.”

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