Page 9 of Kings of Westbrook High

“Not so cocky now, are we?”

“Fuck you.”

“You'd like that, wouldn't you?” He fires back, but there's no tease in his tone.

He's serious.

“Consider this your one and only warning, you gold eyed little punk.” He bites out, pinning me with those sexy dark eyes of his. “Learn your place and stay the fuck out of our way. Always. Because if you don't?” He lowers his voice, leaning in further to speak over my lips. "We'll send you back to the dump she pulled you from faster than you can blink."

I force my features even when he releases me with a shove and backs away from me, not missing the dig. My eyes may be gold in color but that's not what he was referring to and we all know it. Not wanting to draw even more attention to myself, my bitchy retort stills in my throat and I watch them leave, not at all surprised when the students in the hall move to clear a path for their kings. The twin who called me sister wraps his arm around the now smug little brat I choked out, then he finds my eyes over his shoulder and winks at me, the fucker. Ignoring him and everyone else, I finally get to my locker and open it with the combination I was given, discreetly pulling my sleeve down to make sure the nasty bruise wrapped around my wrist is still covered.

Gold eyed little punk.

Fuckin’ prick.

Chapter 4

Callie

My first morning at Westbrook High goes as expected - shit - and by the time lunch rolls around, I'm starving and ready to get the fuck outta here. The cafeteria here only accepts payments by credit card - something I don’t own - so I head out and find the sandwich shop I passed on my way here this morning about a quarter mile down the street. I order myself a big ass ham and cheese and drop down on one of the black wooden chairs in the corner, ignoring the dirty looks thrown my way by the handful of other teenagers in here. Bullies don't bother me - I was raised by one so I know how to handle them - but there's only so much name calling a girl can take before it starts to get real old, real fast. It seems I've already made an enemy out of every other person I pass, and something tells me it has less to do with me and more to do with the three pricks who rule the school. No one heard the sister thing - thank fuck - but they didn't miss the gold digger comment, something I'm sure the big brother was counting on. Within less than an hour, I became the broke trash whore with a sleazy plan to bag one of these rich assholes for myself, something that pisses me off more than I care to admit.

To say they've hit a nerve is putting it lightly, and it's taking every ounce of self control I possess not to lose my shit and cause some serious trouble for myself.

Half way through my sandwich, a flash of red catches my attention and I look up, eyeing the smoking hot girl in front of me when she drops down in the seat opposite mine with a big ass grin on her face. Thick, blood red hair falls down her back in tight curls and the mischievous glint in her dark brown eyes speaks volumes.

She's trouble.

“Hey.”

I raise a brow, leaning back in my seat. “Can I help you?”

She laughs lightly, stealing my sandwich to take a bite. “I knew you'd be an unapproachable bitch.”

“How’s that?” I glare, snatching it back.

“Lucky guess. You've got the whole fuck the world and everyone in it look going on.”

“You're not as dumb as you look.” I deadpan, standing to leave. “So fuck you, and fuck off.”

She laughs like I'm joking, then she follows me outside and falls in line beside me, still grinning. “I'm Rachel. You're Callie, right?”

I slide my eyes to her, taking in her black skinny jeans and even skinnier tank. “Yep.”

“Where are you from?”

“Vegas.”

“When did you move here?”

“Today.”

“With your parents?”

I roll my eyes, planning on ignoring her from here on out because she's pissing me off, but then she moves her eyes over my form and opens her mouth to speak again, so I grab her and pin her to the brick wall by her throat, getting in her face. “What the fuck is your problem?”

She smirks, the cocky bitch.

Unbothered by me and my hold on her, she reaches into the pocket of her black leather jacket and takes out a cigarette. “You suck at making friends, you know that?”

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