Page 13 of Kings of Westbrook High

“Anything but Jaegermeister.”

She raises a brow at that, taking an unopened bottle of vodka from the middle. “Bad experience?”

“No, I just don't like the taste.” I lie, struggling not to cringe at the memory of puking my guts up all over some dude’s carpet mid fuck while I was riding him a few months back.

That was not my finest hour.

“Alright, spill it, bitch.”

“Go fuck yourself, slut.”

She barks out a laugh, pouring two shots and handing me one. We touch glasses and throw them back, then she pours us each a double vodka and coke and tips her chin for me to follow her outside to the massive back yard. Waking over to a group of people stood around on the patio, I spot a brown haired guy leaning back on the edge of the probably heated swimming pool with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth and his eyes following my every move. I raise a brow and he smirks, lifting his beer to his lips without breaking eye contact.

“Callie, this is my friend Tommy.” Rachel tells me, gesturing to the long haired blond in front of us. “Anything you need, he's your guy.”

He tips his chin so I bump his fist, eyeing his palm tree swim shorts and his washboard abs. “Anything, huh?”

“Anything at all, baby.” He teases, licking his lips. “What's your poison?”

“Weed.”

He frowns at that, moving his eyes over my form. “No coke or pills?”

I shake my head and he gives me another once over, then he nods and crooks his finger for me to come closer. I do and he pulls me into him, wrapping his arms around my waist to sandwich me between him and Rachel.

“How much you want?”

“Gimme a dime bag and if I like it, I'll buy more later.”

He grins, slowly sliding his hand over my spine and into my back pocket. He squeezes a little - pushing his goddamn luck - so I make a point to brush his cock when I slide my cash into the pocket of his shorts. He jerks and I laugh, pushing him back a little so I can slip out from between them and go roll myself a much needed joint.

With no fucks to give, Rachel and I spend the next couple hours getting high on my supply, laughing at nothing and dancing with a small group of her friends whose names I've already forgotten, and when I move to go take a breather on one of the empty couches next to the pool, I'm followed.

“You're new.”

“I bet you say that to all the new girls.” I deadpan, watching the hot brown haired guy I spotted earlier drop his wet ass down beside me.

He grins but there's an edge to it. “What's your name, gorgeous?”

“Callie.”

He licks his lips and scoots closer, boldly taking the joint from my between my lips. “It tastes better like this.” He whispers, inhaling a long hit and pressing his mouth to mine.

I hesitate for a beat but decide to humor him, shotgunning it from him just for the fuck of it. “Tastes the same to me.”I shrug, blowing my smoke up to the sky.

He smirks, sliding his hand over my back to pull me flush against him. “You wanna have some real fun, Callie?”

I raise a brow, looking down at his hand when he holds out a rolled up hundred dollar bill between us. Just when I open my mouth to tell him I'll pass, some preppy looking guy appears beside us, looking a little spooked.

“Kingston, man, we got company.”

My head pulls back.

The fuck?

Kingston, as he was called, ignores the guy and takes my cheek to pull my eyes back to his. “Derek Kingston.” He confirms, cocky as shit. “I see you've met my baby cousins.”

“Baby cousins?” I eye him and his form, smirking when his face falls for half a second.

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