Page 2 of Reckless at Westbrook High

I frown at that, following his line of sight to eye the scratch marks covering my tattoo and the blood beneath my nails, the same blood now dripping all over the sink and counter.

Jesus.

“Wren..” he warns, dipping his head to catch my eyes. “What is this?”

“I–” I blink, shaking my head. “I didn’t..”

“You didn’t?” he echoes, pulling my wrist back when I try to pull it away. “Because it sure looks like you did.”

I grind my teeth and shove his ass back so I can rinse the blood from the sink, not even a little bit in the mood for him and his shit tonight.

He cares too much.

Always has.

He’s been on my ass since we were kids, constantly trying to play the hero I don’t want or need.

The day I almost drowned when we took my parents’ jet skis out in the eighth grade, he was there to save me. The day I had a panic attack in the bathroom at school my first day back after my mom died, he refused to leave me alone until I’d calmed down. And the night I lost my fucking mind after my ex-girlfriend cheated on me and broke my heart.. I’d probably be locked up or dead if it weren’t for him.

He’s always been right there, trying to save me, trying to fix me, and for some unknown reason, it only ever seems to be me.

Never Kai, never Damon, not even Ryan.

He’s only like this with me.

“Tell me what happened.”

“How about you fuck off and mind your own business for once, yeah, Lev?” I bite out, making a point to bump his shoulder with mine on my way out.

He’ll grab me.

I know he’ll grab me.

But fuck, why do I want him to?

Just as I think it, he spins on me just like I knew he would, snatching my jaw to get in my face. I take that for what it is – a threat – and shove his ass back, fisting his t-shirt to pin his back to the wall. The cheeky fucker has the audacity to glare, looking me dead in the eye without an ounce of fear there, but he makes no move to push me away.

“I said tell me.”

“And I said back the fuck off.”

“Wren.”

I wet my dry lips while I attempt to plan my next move, pulling my brows in when he drops his eyes to follow the movement.

His eyes are green.

Bright fucking green like shiny little emeralds.

His dirty blond hair falls over his forehead and I tighten my grip on his shirt, honest to god struggling to resist the urge to move it out of the way.

Fuck.

“Wren..” he rasps my name, sliding his hands over my forearms to grab my wrists. “Did you–”

“No,” I say quickly, ignoring the way my skin burns beneath his touch with something that shouldn’t fuckin’ be there. “I didn’t do it on purpose, Lev. I didn’t even know I was doing it, okay?”

He hesitates, bouncing his eyes between mine like he’s searching for a lie, but then his shoulders drop and he nods, seeming satisfied with whatever he sees. I clear my throat and release my grip on him, stepping back to put some distance between us because I don’t like the way he’s looking at me right now. He fails to hide a stupid ass grin and tips his chin for me to follow him, rolling his eyes when I open my mouth to tell him no.

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