Page 80 of Kings of Westbrook High

“Callie, please don’t-“

I pull my fist back and smack her directly between the eyes, smirking when she screams and slides to the floor like a sack of shit. Her self pity tears only piss me off even more, so I punch her in the mouth this time, making her bleed. Then I crouch down to level with her and grip her jaw, forcing her eyes up to mine.

“If you ever do anything to hurt him again, this’ll feel like a day trip to Disney Land compared to the things I’ll do to you. Got it?”

She nods, still fucking crying.

I glare, shoving her head back into the lockers. “Get the fuck outta my face before I change my mind.”

She does as she’s told and I look down at the phone in my hand, inhaling a long breath when I realize how hard I’m shaking. I find the video and press play, grinding my teeth when I see Wren’s face as clear as day on the screen. He’s in an empty bedroom at Ryan’s house, I’m assuming, leaning back with one arm resting on the back of the couch and the other in the guy’s hair.

“Oh, fuck.” He groans, grinding his hips in slow circles. “Lev, man, what the fuck are you doin’ to me?”

The other guy laughs lightly, lifting his eyes to look at him. “You like it?”

He nods, dragging his bottom lip through his teeth. “Fuck, that’s it. Take it all.”

He does as he’s told and chokes himself on Wren’s cock, sliding his hand over his bare abs to dig his fingers into his skin. Wren moans and I reluctantly close the video, chewing my lip while I think for a moment.

Levi Matthews, the smoking hot blond guy Wren beat up at that bonfire party on the beach..

“Watcha got there, punk?”

I jump, spinning to face all three Kingston brothers standing just a few feet away from me in the hall.

Fuck.

Damon cocks his head and I lick my lips, tightening my grip on the phone. “Damon..”

He steps forward and I step back, inwardly smacking myself for not deleting the video just now when I had the chance. He takes another step and I panic, so I turn around and run. I haul ass down the hall and through the double doors, planning on locking myself in the bathroom so I can delete it in there, but I don’t make it there before he wraps his arm around my waist and lifts me off my feet.

“Damon, don’t!” I snap, feeling my heart rattle in its cage when he spins me to face Kai.

“Get the phone.”

He tries and I kick my legs out, growling when he and grabs my thighs with one arm and snatches the phone with the other. I quickly snatch it back and toss it to Wren, wrapping my legs around Kai’s waist to pull him flush against me when he tries to go over there. Damon’s grip on my waist tightens and Kai frowns, probably wondering what the fuck I think I’m doing, but I don’t let him go.

If Wren’s gay that’s his secret to tell and he’ll tell it in his own time. I’m not about to let these boys or Freya fucking Thorne take that choice away from him.

Sandwiched between his brothers, I look over at Wren and struggle to pull air into my lungs when I watch him stare at the phone in his hand. His brows raise and he lifts his eyes to mine, frowning. I damn near crack in two when I see the clear hurt and betrayal there, already knowing exactly what he’s thinking but not saying. I open my mouth to tell him I would never, but I don't get the chance to say anything before the tiny little bitch herself steps out from the bathroom beside us with a still bleeding nose and a busted up lip. Freya looks up and freezes like a deer caught in headlights, fucking terrified.

Wren looks from me to her and back again, grinning when it clicks. “You don’t give a fuck, huh, Callie?”

I lick my lips and look away, shrugging. “Nope.”

He laughs at me and Kai pulls his head back, confused. “What the fuck is goin’ on?”

Wren shocks the shit out of me when he lifts the phone and waves it, telling them without hesitation. “It's me and Levi.”

My brows raise and I look between the boys, only now releasing the breath I was holding when realization hits.

They already know.

Damon pulls my head back to search my eyes and I stare openly, allowing him to find the answer to his unspoken question.

He glares, but it’s not for me.

Three dark stares slide to Freya and she jumps out of her skin just at that alone, which is actually pretty fuckin’ funny despite the circumstances. All the color drains from her face and I smirk, dropping down from the boys’ arms to leave and let them deal with her as they see fit.

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