Page 22 of Kings of Westbrook High

“I'm sorry, what?” One of the twins laughs, lifting a hand to his ear.

I fight a grin when I hear nothing else from the pretty boy behind me, looking up at the sexy prick who still hasn't taken his hands off my waist. “Get off me.”

“Why are you such a fuckin' problem?” He grits out, not letting me go.

“You do realize everyone thinks I'm a whore because you implied it, yeah?”

“Are they wrong?”

I laugh at that, enjoying the fact he can't seem to figure out how I earn my cash. Not sure why he cares so much or why he's so pissed about it but whatever.

“Why?” I tease, riling him up because I'm an asshole and it pleases me. “You interested?”

The other twin I think is Wren snorts out a laugh and shakes his head at me, hiding a grin. “You just can't fuckin' help yourself, can you?”

With that, I'm shoved back into the lockers with a hand wrapped around my throat, once again pinned by the angriest guy I've ever met. I grip his wrist when he moves in, pinning me with his huge body and leaning his elbow on the metal above my head.

“What's your game?”

“I don't have one.”

“Everyone has one.” He rasps, speaking over my lips. “Everyone wants something, craves something. What do you crave, punk?”

I smirk, watching his eyes darken to my new favorite shade of ocean blue. “Just you, big brother.”

His tongue slips out to lick his bottom lip and my eyes drop to follow the movement. I swear to god he grins a little bit before he slowly drags it through his teeth, taunting me. Then he releases the hand on my throat and slides it down to my chest, brushing his thumb over the engraving on my locket. I tense at that and my eyes fly back up to his because what the actual fuck does he think he's doing?

“You're lying.” He accuses, smirking when I dig my nails into his wrist.

I swallow, frozen where I stand.

Just then, my twenty dollar burner phone buzzes in my jeans between us and he looks down, finally freeing me of his intrusive stare. I release the breath I was holding and take it out, grinning on the inside when I see Dean's name on the tiny black screen.

Fucking finally.

“The fuck is that?” Kai frowns, trying to take it from me.

“My phone.” I smack his hand away, quickly sliding from between Damon and the wall.

Surprisingly, he doesn't try to stop me or glare when I smack Kai. He still eyes me but he makes no move. Guess he's finally figured out I'm not an actual threat to his little brother.

The three of them stare at the old school brick in my hand in disbelief but I pretend not to notice and walk away, grinning for real this time when I read the message.

Dean: Got a job for you tonight. You got a car?

Callie: I'll get one. How much?

Dean: Fifteen.

Dean: Do NOT steal a car.

I laugh lightly, shaking my head at him while I type out my reply.

Callie: Whatever you say, boss. Call you later.

Once I've deleted the messages, I walk into class and drop down in my seat next to Rachel, raising a brow when she eyes me.“What?”

“Don't what me.” She hisses, glancing around to check no one's listening. “I saw that back there. What the fuck is going on between you and the Kingston brothers?”

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