Page 15 of Kings of Westbrook High

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” He bites out, speaking through his teeth. “Why the fuck were you kissing him?”

I wasn't, I'll have him know, but I don't have to explain to myself to any fucker, least of all him. “Because I felt like it.”

He glares some more, moving in to pin my hips with his. “Did you tell him who you are?”

“And who might that be?” I tease, enjoying his anger probably more than I should.

Not sure why it's such a turn on, but it is.

“Don't play with me.” He growls, tightening his grip on my throat the same way he did in the hall the other day.

Little does he know I've been strangled before, really strangled. I've been pinned to the floor by several grown ass men at once and had my ass handed to me more times than I count. I've faced real fucking monsters, real nasty predators who take what they want without permission and laugh at you while they're doing it.

This is child's play compared to the shit I'm used to.

Plus I'm high as a fucking kite and I can't feel a damn thing.

Just the way I like it.

Damon's jaw ticks and he shakes me a little bit, bringing me back. “What did you tell him?”

“Listen, prick.” I lift my chin, looking him dead in the eye. “I don't give a fuck who you are or who your Daddy's married to. Doesn’t make us anything but neighbors in the same hallway in my eyes. So if you're implying I'm running my mouth, bragging or some shit, you're dead wrong. The last thing I want or need is these people knowing my fuckin’ business.”

His brows snap in the center and he searches my eyes, trying to read me, so I look to the boys stood off to the side, raising a brow when I catch them passing my joint back and forth between them. They hit me with their stupid ass matching grins and I bounce my eyes between them, trying to remember who’s who. These boys take identical twins to the next damn level. They dress similarly, have the same messy hairstyles, the same baby blue eyes, even the ink covering the majority of their bodies is exactly the same as far as I can tell.

“Hey, Callie?” Rachel calls from further up the driveway, keeping her distance. “You alright?”

“Peachy.” I move to leave, locking my jaw when Damon snatches my waist and shoves me back, not letting me go.

“Uh..” She licks her lips, bouncing her eyes between me and them. “You sure about that?”

“Leave.”

She sighs, tossing me the clear plastic bag of weed in her hand. “Call me later?”

“Don't fuckin' count on it.” I mutter, tossing her the rolled up two hundred dollars from my pocket so she can give it to Tommy for me.

She grins and I grin back.

She owes me no loyalty. If she doesn't wanna disobey her kings and risk pissing them off to help me out, there's not a damn thing I can do about it. This is her life after all. I'm just passing through to kill the time and when I’m gone, she'll still be here with them.

Once she’s back inside with the door closed, I look back to Damon, finding his eyes already on me and waiting.

“Get off me."

He ignores me. “Where'd you get the cash?”

“Now that's none of your business, big brother.” I tease, grinning when his eyes darken to that sexy ocean blue.

Goddamn, he's fine.

He glares again, moving even closer. “Stay away from Derek.”

“That sounds an awful lot like an order.”

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