Page 8 of Kings of Westbrook High

He grins like a maniac, reaching out to brush my jaw with his inked fingers. “Listen, sist-”

I smack the stupid half skull on his hand and lean forward, pining him with my own warning. “Don't even.”

Several gasps fill my ears and I quickly realize my mistake when the other two take two steps closer to me, all three towering over me now.

So much for blending.

“..hope they kill her broke ass for that.”

I slide my eyes over my shoulder to the fake blond who’s whispering shit to her cheerleader girlfriends, raising a brow when she scrunches her nose and looks down at me.

“The fuck are you looking at, whore?” She snaps, smirking when that earns her a few giggles from her followers.

A light laugh bubbles out of me and before I can talk myself down, I'm on my feet and rushing her back into the lockers with a hand wrapped around her pretty throat. She screams when I pull my fist back - music to my fucking ears - but I don't get to give this mouthy little brat the ass kicking she deserves before I'm yanked away from her by my hoodie and thrown back into the wall opposite her, pinned by the angry Kingston brother who made a point to knock me down for all to see. The twins appear either side of us to cage me in on all sides while the middle one wraps a strong hand around my throat and squeezes, hard enough to keep me here but not enough to cut off my air. He glares, looking down at me due to the solid seven inches he has on my five six form, and I can't help but notice he's even hotter up close. He's the biggest of the three - the oldest, I decide. Darker blue eyes and darker brown hair than his brothers, cut short on the sides and longer on top with just enough length there to pull on.

He's hella sexy. They all are, to be fair, but the big brother.. fuck me, he's fine.

He's also a massive prick.

And I'm a fighter, born and raised, which is why when I feel like I'm being backed into a corner, I throw punches, and when I can't throw punches, I use my body and my mouth to get myself out of trouble.

Violence and sex.

That's all I've ever known.

And it's done a damn good job of keeping me alive so far.

“She your girlfriend?” I tease, watching his eyes darken to a deep ocean blue. “Because-”

“Don't speak.” He cuts me off with a low growl, moving in to close the distance between us. “Not another fucking word.”

“Sorry, blue eyes.” I whisper, smirking when his brows jump for half a second. “My mouth does as she pleases, so unless you're gonna shut me up with those sexy ass lips of yours, you better move them from my face.”

Shock flashes in his eyes but it's gone as quickly as it came, so quick I'm almost sure I imagined it. His glare deepens, his perfectly square jaw ticks, and I know I've pushed my goddamn luck with him - something that pleases me more than it should.

“She's a brave little thing, isn't she?” The twin with the bloodshot eyes lazily leans his shoulder on the wall next to mine, seeming a little more chilled than the other two but still just as threatening.

“She's a nasty little thing.” The other one counters, mirroring his twin's stance and leaning in to speak in my ear. “Bet you like it rough, don't you, sister?”

My jaw locks and I quickly move my eyes around to check no one else heard him, smacking his fucking hand away when he reaches for my now exposed collarbone. The big brother growls at that and tightens his grip on my throat, a move that doesn't go unnoticed.

He's protecting his own.

I slide my eyes back to his and he glares some more, bouncing his eyes between mine like he’s searching for something. I'm not sure what he's hoping to find - there's nothing in there - but he attempts to dig deep anyway, tries to take a peek inside my head, and I strangely find myself struggling not to squirm under his intrusive, dark stare.

Get rid of him, Callie.

“You gonna shut me up or what?” I tease, trailing a black painted fingernail over his hard abs. “I won't smack you for it, not unless you want me to.”

He raises a dark brow, looking from my mouth to my hand and back again. Then he shocks the shit out of me when he roughly snatches my wrist and pins it between my chest and his, moving in so his hips bump mine and trap me between him and the wall.

Shit.

I swallow a wince and struggle in his grip, suddenly desperate to get away from him, but my wasted effort is pointless and he knows it.

He's strong and he's mad.

Not a good combination for me.

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