Page 78 of Kings of Westbrook High

The angry prick slams through the main door without looking back and I lick my lips, sliding my eyes to the twins when they make no move to follow him. “What?”

Kai shakes his head at me and Wren sighs, stepping closer. “You realize you’re the only other person in this city who speaks to him the way you do and gets away with it, yeah?”

“What’s your point?”

“He cares about you.” He says simply, shrugging like it’s obvious. “We care about you, Callie.”

“That’s your fuckin’ problem. Not mine.”

“Why you bein’ a bitch?” Kai snaps, pushing off his car to level with me. “You might be able to fool every other fucker here with your little bad girl act but you’re not fooling us.”

“You think you know me?” I snap back, laughing despite the ball of self hate in my throat. “You don’t. You think we’re friends? We’re not. So back the fuck off and go find someone else to cling to.”

“Careful, sister.” He warns, moving in to crowd my space. “We’ve hurt people right here in this fuckin’ spot for a lot less than that.”

“Go tell that to someone who gives a fuck.” I fire back, smirking like the nasty little bitch I pretend to be. “Because I don’t.”

They frown at that and I walk away, unable to witness the clear flash of hurt in their eyes at my blatant lie.

I push through the main door and scrub a hand over my face, glaring at nothing because these boys are creeping inside my head and setting up shop, waking things buried deep down inside and making me feel things I shouldn't be feeling.

I don’t like it.

So I did what I always do and fucked everything up, hurt them and pushed them away for the sake of my own sanity because yeah, I’m that fuckin’ selfish. That’s what happens when you’re alone for so long. I don’t have to worry about how my words and actions affect others because they don’t care enough to stick around anyway. Whether I’m nice or not, people always leave me.

She left me.

I growl at my own thought, turning around to slam through the locker room door because those weak ass emotions are threatening to claw their way out and I don’t know what do fucking do about it.

It’s their fault.

His fault

My fault..?

Fuck, I don't know.

All I know is I need to take an hour or two to get high and chill the fuck out, so that’s exactly what I do. I drop my ass down on the ground just outside the gym and lean back against the wall, making sure I’m out of sight while I pull out a pre rolled joint and tilt my head to light it.

“What's so important you had to bring me all the way out here?” Some girl I’ve never seen before complains, eyeing the other girl dragging her along by her hand.

“I can't risk getting caught talking about this.” She whispers, pulling her in to stand behind the wall at my back.

I roll my eyes and move to leave, irritated that my silence has been interrupted, but the next words out of her mouth have me pausing with my ass hovering a foot off the ground.

“The Kingston brothers would kill me if they found out I knew about this beforehand and didn't warn them.”

“What is it?”

“Freya Thorne just told me about this video she has of Wren getting his dick sucked.” She whisper yells, laughing. “By a fucking dude.”

My brows jump and I drop back down, listening.

“What?!”

“Shh!”

“Are you for real?”

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