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“Not sure,” I frown, thinking. “Walmart?”

He laughs at me again and I roll my eyes, sliding my phone from my pocket to shoot a quick text to Freya.

Wren: Be outside in ten minutes or walk.

“You realize we have people we can pay to do this kinda shit for us, yeah?” he asks, following me over to the elevator.

“Yeah, but I don’t want Dad finding out about it.”

“Right,” he draws out, side eyeing me while he pushes the button for the ground floor. “You ever gonna tell me what the fuck you did to get yourself here?”

“Probably not.”

He nods, expecting that, but I don’t miss the clear flash of hurt in his eyes before he masks it.

“Kai..”

“Forget it,” he mutters, playing it off with a grin that looks real, but I know better.

Fuck, this is killing me.

“You think my girl’ll give me her number if I show her what she’s missin’?” he wiggles his brows, lifting his shirt to show me his abs.

I laugh and shake my head at him, ignoring the guilt eating away at me while I follow him out through the lobby. “Probably not.”

Chapter Thirteen

Wren

Fuck, he’s trying to kill me.

I swear to god he wants me to go off on him, right here in the middle of study hall for all to see.

Just as I think it, he smirks and lifts his eyes from his notebook, staring at me from beneath his lashes while he chews on that motherfucking straw he loves so much. I almost reach over the desk to snatch it from him, but then I remember where we are and who’s watching me, so I move my eyes elsewhere and try to concentrate on my English essay, forcing myself to relax despite the raging fire blazing through me.

The fuck is he doing to me?

He’s supposed to be my fucking friend, not the guy who taunts me and fucks with my already fucked up head until I’m balancing on the edge of insanity.

He was never like this before.

He pushed his luck with me a couple times after that night at Ryan’s birthday party, but he was never like this until Callie came into my life. He’s jealous of her and my relationship with her, and even though I know I shouldn’t use my sister in law to piss him off, I can’t deny the fact it pleases me to watch him watch us like he’s ten seconds away from losing his shit.

Not nice is it, motherfucker?

He raises a cocky ass brow like he heard me, and it’s only now I realize I’m staring at him again, just like I always do because I can’t fucking help myself.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I chew my lip, pretending I don’t feel the clear mixture of dread and excitement coursing through me. I take it out and hide it under the table to read the message, but it’s not Levi like I thought it was, it’s my drug dealer.

Tommy: Westbrook dorms. Room D17.

“Tommy found Derek.”

Callie tenses beside me and Damon tosses his pen on his book, already packing up his shit. “Where?”

“He’s at the dorms.”

My brothers and Callie stand to leave and I do the same, pulling my brows in when I catch the look on Levi’s face while he moves to follow us.

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