Page 21 of Kings of Westbrook High

“Good, you're up.” She says casually, plastering a fake smile on her face. “Do you have plans today? I was thinking we could go downstairs and get a facial together. Maybe see if one of the girls can do something with all that hair.”

My head pulls back and I frown. “You're joking, right?”

She hides a glare and lifts her hands, shrugging. “What else are you gonna do all day?”

“Not a damn thing.” I push off the counter and move to leave, looking back at Wren when I feel his eyes on me. “You like my hair, right?”

He laughs lightly, shaking his head at me. I take that as a yes and head for the stairs, smacking Kai's hand away when he lifts it and pretending I don't feel the dark blue eyes burning a giant hole through the back of my damn head.

Or maybe it's my ass.

I don't look back to find out.

Chapter 8

Callie

Waking down the hall Monday morning, I make a point to raise a brow at the group of cheerleaders snickering my way with the captain of the football team. Theo, I think his name is, a preppy looking guy with a pretty boy face and a full head of sandy blond hair. They all whisper shit and giggle like children as I pass them, and I'm pretty sure I hear the words money grabbing whore come from Madison's mouth. Despite the tick in my jaw, I make no move against them and force my feet to keep walking.

Then the pretty boy runs his mouth. “Hey, new girl? You free tonight?”

I lick my lips and turn to face him fully, ignoring the brats laughing beside him. “What'd you have in mind, pretty boy?”

He smirks and steps towards me with his hands in his pockets, cocky as shit. “Tell you what, let’s make it right now. What can I get for a fifty?”

The fucking balls on this douchebag.

I smirk back and grab his letterman jacket to pull him into me, laughing on the inside when his brows raise in shock, then I turn him to gently push him back into the lockers. With my chest against his, I look up at him and run a finger over his abs to tease the waistband of his jeans, batting my lashes like the cheap little whore he thinks I am.

“Put your money where your mouth is and maybe I'll show you.”

He grins and takes my waist in his hand, using the other to slip me a fifty dollar bill. “Where?” He rasps, looking down at me and my body with clear want and hunger in his eyes.

Stupid fucker.

“Right here.” I tease, lifting my knee to hit him in those massive balls of his.

He grunts and doubles over with his hands covering his crotch and I laugh, backing away from him.

“You stupid little whore.” He snaps, reaching out to try and grab me. “You'll fuckin’ pay for that.”

I grin and lift his fifty, sliding my tongue back and forth between my teeth. “Good thing I can afford it, then.”

The cheerleaders scowl at me and rush to his side so I flip them off and spin to leave, sliding the note into my back pocket as I do.

Then I face plant a hard chest.

For fuck sakes.

Damon saves me from falling flat on my ass this time, snatches my waist to keep me steady and yanks my chest into his. He squeezes and I look up, damn near moaning when he digs his fingers into my skin through my tank because I'd bet every dollar I have he's a fuckin’ animal between the sheets.

He glares.

“What's the matter, big brother?” I tease, inhaling a sharp breath when he slides his hand into my ass pocket to take Theo's cash back.

Without taking his eyes off mine, he tosses it at his feet. “Go.”

“Oh, come on, man.” He whines, bitchy as fuck. “She just-”

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