Page 43 of Kings of Westbrook High

My brows pull in when he cuts himself off to glare at something over my shoulder and I stop where I stand, damn near shivering when I feel him behind me. He can't be more than a foot away from me, and I swear to god I can feel the anger radiating from his body and filling the air around me.

He's always angry..

Without thinking too much into it, I keep my eyes on Derek and take one final step back, a simple move that doesn't go unnoticed by them or him. I've just picked a side for him to see, and he doesn't look happy about it. He glares some more, watching me while Damon slides his hand around my waist and pulls my back to chest, leaning down to speak in my ear.

“Good girl.”

I shiver for real this time, watching the twins take two steps forward either side of us to leave me in the center of their human triangle.

“Go.”

Derek snarls at Damon’s order and moves his eyes over the four of us, forcing a sleazy ass grin despite his clear anger. “I’ll see you soon, Callie.”

The arm around my body tightens a little more and I watch Derek turn to walk away, not one of us moving until he's gone through the doors. As soon as he's out of sight, Damon spins me in one quick move and takes my face in his hand, pulling my chest to his with the other. He teases my lip ring with his mouth and I dig my nails dig into his biceps, another move that doesn't go unnoticed because this guy doesn't miss a damn thing. Every action he makes against me, he watches for my reaction, waits for it like he knows it's coming. He smirks like he can read my thoughts and fuck me, I damn near moan because just that look alone promises very bad, very wrong things.

“Come.”

I raise a brow at his choice of words, ignoring the eyes on us when he takes my hand and leads me out towards the lobby, the other two following closely behind. They've all showered and changed since I saw them last, all three looking damn fine in their dark jeans and t-shirts, but that means I can't tell the twins apart by their basketball shorts anymore. The only time I can tell who's who is when one of them opens their mouth, usually Kai considering he could hold a solid conversation with a brick wall while Wren's more of the silent killer type. I've yet to see him get mad or lose his cool, but I'd bet he's just as ruthless as the other two when he does.

“I almost had her.” I admit, looking between the three while we walk inside the elevator.

They nod as one, but not one of them asks for a run down like I assumed they would. I pull my brows in at that, releasing Damon's hand when my wheels start spinning.

How did they even know..?

Motherfucker.

Damon frowns at my sudden mood change and I glare, patting myself down to search my body for what I know I’ll find.

“What are you doing?”

I ignore him, finding the tiny black button cam on the inside of my dress between my breasts. A single laugh bubbles out of me and I pick it off, shoving it at his fucking chest.

Beautiful, my ass.

He lets the bug drop to the floor and raises a dark brow, looking from me to it and back again. “You're mad.”

I scoff, leaning back on the wall. “I'd have to give a shit to get mad, big brother.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You look mad.” One of the twins informs me, grinning when I slide my eyes to him. “Scratch that. Really fuckin' mad.”

The doors slide open and I glare at the one I now know is Kai, making a point to bump his shoulder with mine on my way out. The three of them follow me upstairs and I work my jaw, quickly going through my entire conversation with Katherine in my head. They heard everything I said, heard everything I had to admit about Jason and my past to get her to talk, so yeah, I'm fucking mad they bugged me, but I refuse to admit I'm mad about the fact Damon tricked me earlier to get it done. I should've known he was playing me. The sexy prick thinks he can show me a bit of care and affection and I'll drop my defenses just like that? He's dead wrong.

And yet you fell for it.

“Callie.”

“Fuck you, Damon.”

“Callie.”

I ignore his bullshit demanding tone and keep walking, not stopping until I've grabbed my clothes from the closet and locked myself in the bathroom. I quickly change into my shorts and tank, then I wrap my hoodie around my waist and walk out, ignoring the three of them while I grab my phone and a little cash from the locked safe in the corner of the closet.

“Callie-”

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