Page 124 of Reckless at Westbrook High

We laugh at her again and she grins like a kid in a candy shop, dropping back against the headboard to snatch another donut from the box.

“You got seven tickets?”

“Five for us and two for Ryan and Rachel,” Wren tells her, leaning back on my chest to sip his coffee.

“We offered Elijah and Ryan’s parents to come with but they turned us down, said they’ll meet us at the Kingston Palace in Vegas once we’re done,” I add, stealing his drink to take a sip.

“Okay..” she draws out, bouncing her eyes between me and Wren. “I’m confused. Why’re Elijah and Ryan’s parents coming to Vegas?”

Damon and Kai hit us with their stupid ass grins and I fight to keep mine in check, tightening my arms around Wren’s waist to drop my mouth to his neck.

“Boys..”

“Because me and Lev are gettin’ married tomorrow.”

“What?!” she screams, dropping her donut to smack his chest, then mine. “Oh my god, fuckers, why the hell didn’t you lead with that?!”

“Because it’s your birthday.”

“But you’re getting married,” she informs us, suddenly back to grinning. “What time do we leave?”

“Later,” he tells her, quickly kissing her cheek before he stands to pull me up with him. “We gotta go do somethin’ real quick.”

Wait, what?

“What are we doing?”

“You’ll see.”

* * *

“Dude, why the fuck are we here?” I complain, damn near sulking like a four year old because this is not what I had in mind.

He ignores me and takes out a black duffel from the trunk of the SUV we borrowed just now, reaching inside to pull out a couple black ski masks. I open my mouth to ask why he has those, but then he closes the distance between us and wraps his hand around my neck, shutting me up with his mouth on mine.

“You’ll see,” he says again, gently dragging my bottom lip through my teeth. “Put your mask on.”

I frown but do as I’m told, watching him curiously while he does the same. We leave the car parked just outside the gate and make our way up the driveway, walking towards the big ass mansion my parents don’t own anymore considering it was seized by the cops last night. My key doesn’t work because the locks have been changed, so he smashes the rectangular panel window beside the door and lets himself inside. I follow him through and he drops the duffel on the side table, confusing the fuck out of me when he unzips it to reveal a couple dozen clear bottles of water.

“Uh, Wren–”

He pulls one out to twist the cap off and I shut my mouth, smirking to myself when I realize that’s not water, it’s gasoline.

Oh, hell, yes.

“Lev, wait,” he says quickly, pulling me in to bounce his eyes between mine. “Is there anything here that means shit to you? Anything you wanna keep?”

I chew my lip and look around a minute, mentally scanning each room for its contents. There’re no pictures on the walls or photo albums tucked away anywhere, nothing of mine they bothered to hold on to from when I was a kid, nothing to remind me of the grandparents I barely knew before they died..

“There’s nothing.”

He nods once and kisses me through my mask, fisting a handful of my hoodie to pull me back towards the stairs. We start at the top and make our way down, soaking every room in gasoline until we get to the vault in the basement. As soon as we’re all out, he heads back up to the entryway and I go with him, taking the box of matches he passes me to light one up. He moves to stand beside me and glances my way like he thinks I might need a minute, but I don’t need a minute.

I don’t even need a second.

I toss the flame at the stairs without a second thought and he takes my hand in his, quickly pulling me out through the window he smashed to get us in here. We haul ass back to the car and he pins me back against the driver’s side, watching me closely while I watch the mansion behind him go up in flames.

“You alright, Lev?”

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