Page 50 of Pretty Little Lies

“I didn’t peg you for a girl who slept with a teddy bear,” I vouch as she gets within earshot.

She looks back at the scene unfolding and doesn’t acknowledge my comment. “Make them stop.”

“And how do you expect me to do that?”

Bay glowers at me like I’m so fucking moron who has no concept of speaking. “Aren’t you the leader or something?”

I scoff, because fuck no. There is no dictatorship, even though I wish there were now. If I was top dog, they wouldn’t be doing this over her. “Try again.”

“Well, I know it’s not Reeve,” she mutters at my side. “Torin?”

“He’s too much of an asshole to be a leader.”

“Then whistle or something.”

Geezus Christ, this girl.

“You can blameyourselffor this happening because you keep stringing them both along,” I emit flatly, even though my blood boils at how it’s possible they’re both going for thesamegirl and don’t give a flying fuck about it. “I always knew you were a pain in the ass and you’re just proving my point.”

“I didn’t do anything,” she retorts, pointing at her chest with a pink unicorn that almost pokes her in the eye. “Every time I turn around, they’re there.”

“Try harder,” I gripe back with a scowl. “You’re creative, right? You landed the King of South Shore.”

Her eyes slit. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Torin’s body suddenly shows up in front of us, almost losing his footing as he keeps his concentrated gaze glued on Juice, whose whole frame is heaving in rage.

“Hey, Wildfire,” Torin greets without stealing a glance in her direction. “I’m gonna expect you to kiss my bruises when this is all over.”

Bay tsks before he’s moving forward again to meet Juice for round whatever, and I notice her focus fall on Levi and Reeve.

And I’m not sure if it’s for LeviorReeve’s safety.

“Maybe you should call Wallace off,” I advise, watching her squeeze the animals in her arms.

“He’s a fucking douchebag,” she retorts sharply. “You think that’s going to go over well when I tell him to leave Reeve alone?”

“Try it.”

A mirthless chuckle emits from Bay’s lips. “You sure about that?”

“Positive.”

Because I’d love to see how this plays out.

“You asked for it, Black.” Bay steps onward and steels her spine for her next words. “Levi.”

He doesn’t respond, in the middle of propelling a hit into Reeve’s ribs, which gets my boy to slam his own fist into the side of his jaw.

“Levi Grey Wallace.” The motherfucker actually hears that and slowly cranes his head over to Bay, his expression murderous that she called him out by his full name.

Reeve stops, too, glancing over at Bay like she’s the sun to his entire world as Wallace slowly makes his way over to the woman who is the root of all this bullshit.

“You called, baby?” he mocks, his body relaxed as if he wasn’t just taking on my best friend and he’s just as affected by Bay as everyone else around here beside me.

“Enough is enough,” Bay claims. “End it.”

“I’ll end it when I say it’s over,” he retorts evenly. “But, if you wanna give me something else to do…” His green eyes fall down the length of her body, and I find even myself growing rigid.

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