Page 68 of Kings of Westbrook High

That snaps us out of it and Kai winces. “Oh, fuck.”

The three of us rush to her side and I bend to move her hair from her face, lifting her bloodshot eyes to mine. “You okay, punk?”

She groans, dropping her forehead to the floor. “If any of you fuckers even think about laughing at me, I swear to god I’ll kick your asses.”

I roll my lips to hide a grin, gently taking her hands to pull her up to her feet. “What are you doing?”

“Making weed brownies.”

“I can see that.” I lick my lips, eyeing the mess. “You always use every pan and surface you can find when you cook?”

She chews her lip ring, averting her eyes like it’s something to feel guilty about. “I got a bit carried away.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Wren laughs, tossing a brownie in his mouth. “How many did you make?”

“Thirty six.” She mutters, moving to clean the glass from the counter. “And there’s twelve more in the oven.”

He grins and I shake my head, eyeing the back of her thigh. “You’re bleeding.”

She frowns and cranes her neck to take a look, sighing when she sees the cut on her leg and the blood dripping down to her ankle. “Shit.”

I snatch her hand to stop her when she tries to touch it, tipping my chin at the now clean counter. “Get up there.”

She blinks, eyeing me like I’m crazy. “What? No-”

I snatch her waist and lift her up, tossing her down on the island on her stomach. She squeals and turns to glare at me over shoulder so I smack her ass, making her moan. I smirk and take the first aid kit Kai tosses me, moving to stand between her legs to wipe the blood from her leg. She groans and drops her face in her hands, hiding from us.

“Are you embarrassed?” Kai teases, leaning his elbows on the counter to level with her.

“No.”

He fakes a gasp. “Holy shit.”

She lifts her head then, panicking. “What?”

“You’re human.”

I laugh and she snorts, shoving his head away. “Fuck off.”

I grab a clean towel to clean her cut with some hydrogen peroxide and she squeals, snatching Kai’s hand and squeezing.

“Ow, motherfucker, that’s- fuck.”

I grin. “Pussy.”

“Fuck you.”

“Later.”

She growls, turning her head to look at me. “Are you done?”

“Patience.” I tease, taking a band aid from the first aid box.

She rolls her eyes and looks at Wren, tipping her chin at the half eaten tray of brownies in his hand. “Gimme one.”

He grins and does as he’s told, stepping closer to feed her while I finish patching her up.

“These are so fuckin’ good.” He groans, swallowing another one. “Who taught you to cook like this?”

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