Page 64 of Kings of Westbrook High

Kai smirks and moves to slide in the back seat, pouting like a baby when Damon grabs him by the back of the neck to shove him in the front. I snort and put my gun away to slide in the back next to Wren, laughing lightly when I realize he's already rolled us all a joint each.

“You know her?” He asks, leaning back in his seat to light his.

I nod and do the same. “She's my friends’ older sister.”

“I thought you didn't have any friends.” Kai teases, leaning over to take my lighter.

“Fine.” I lick my lips, grinning a little bit when I catch Damon's eyes in the rear view. “I fucked her little brother a couple times.”

He glares at that, squeezing the wheel in a death grip when the boys laugh at him. I slide over and lie my head back on Wren's shoulder, lifting my feet up on the seat to smoke my joint while Damon hits the gas.

“We should come back here for your birthday.” Kai tips his chin, eyeing the lights on the strip in the distance. “Hit up Kingston Palace and show em' who's boss.”

“She can't.” Damon tells him, and I frown when I realize he's referring to my birthday.

“Why not?”

Damon smirks, sliding his eyes to mine. “She'll be too busy tied to a chair.”

Chapter 19

Callie

I wince and scrub my hands over my eyes, forcing myself out of bed to go grab a coffee and some aspirin. Today’s my last day of suspension so of course I wake up with a migraine from hell at seven a.m. when I could be sleeping in until noon like I have been for the last three days.

I head downstairs and walk over to the kitchen, eyeing the twin sitting at the island with his head in one hand and a spoon in the other, lazily shoving Cheerios into his mouth while staring off into space. He slides his bloodshot eyes to mine and I fight a frown, keeping my mouth shut when I realize he's not in the mood for chit chat this morning.

Weird but whatever.

Katherine appears from the master bedroom a moment later dressed in a pair of baby pink yoga pants and a matching tank, eyeing her stepson while she tightens the high ponytail on her head. “Wren, where’s your father?”

I frown for real this time, side eyeing him while I pour myself a coffee.

That's not Wren..

“Wren.” She snaps, sighing aggressively when Kai ignores her. “I don’t have time for this. Tell your father to call me when he gets back from wherever it is he’s hiding.”

Kai works his jaw like he’s ready to smack her and I lick my lips, pouring another coffee from the pot.

“Oh, and Callie?”

I slide my eyes over my shoulder to look at her, not even bothering to hide my glare. “What?”

She glares back, clearly in no mood for me and my shit. “If you insist on wearing those god awful clothes of yours around here, at least wear pants instead of those tiny little scraps of cotton you call shorts.”

“Why?” I smirk, placing Kai's black coffee in front of him. “You afraid your husband’s gonna like my ass more than that plastic one he brought for you?”

She snarls and snatches her purse from the counter, storming off towards the elevator without looking back. Kai looks from his coffee to me and raises a brow, looking up when Damon and Wren drag their tired asses down the stairs. They’re both dressed in dark jeans and t-shirts with deep frowns on their faces, and I can't help but notice the vibe is a little off in here today. Kai’s stoned and oddly quiet, Wren looks even more lost than usual and Damon looks like he slept on a pile of bricks. Something’s wrong, which is why I take my coffee and move for the stairs, leaving them to it because it’s really none of my business.

“Sup.” Wren mutters, half tipping his chin while he moves to grab the coffee pot. “What are you so happy about?”

“Callie can tell us apart.”

I freeze where I stand.

Damon’s brows jump and Wren scoffs. “No, she fuckin’ can’t.”

“Hundred bucks says she can.” Kai grins, dropping his spoon on the counter. “No hinting, t-shirts off, hands behind our backs so she can’t cheat with the key tattoo.”

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