Page 48 of Reckless at Westbrook High

He pulls his fist back and punches me between the eyes, rushing me a second later to pin me down on the hood of my car.

“You won’t fucking touch her,” he grits out, leaning over me to speak over my lips. “Ever.”

I blink the spots from my vision and look up at him, laughing lightly when I catch the fire in his eyes.

It’s jealousy, but it’s not for her.

Just as I think it, he releases me with a shove and backs away from me, turning around to walk back down to the party without a second glance. I groan and force myself up to sit, resting my elbows on my knees while I watch him grab Freya’s arm to drag her off towards the Palace in the distance. My head hurts and my face throbs like a motherfucker, but I’m more than used to it by now, plus it’s nothing compared to the pain of watching the two of them together like that.

He’s supposed to be mine.

“He’s just scared, you know?”

I frown at that, looking left to find Callie leaning back against the wall a couple car lengths away with two beers dangling from her fingers.

How long have I been sitting here?

She tosses me one for my face, I’m guessing, and I catch it, only hesitating a beat before I crack it open and swallow it down. She raises a brow but I ignore it, looking off to the lit up pier in the distance.

She thinks she knows something about me and my life, probably because her daddy used to use her as a punching bag the same way mine does me, but what she doesn’t know is that my situation might be a shit show gone wrong, but it’s a fucking dream compared to the one she came from. My father’s a raging psychopath but hers was a sick bastard with a tendency to fuck his own daughter. I saw first hand what Jason O’Conner did to that girl, and the motherfucker’s only lucky Katherine killed him the way she did before Callie and I got our hands on him.

“Scared of what?” I finally ask, already knowing the answer.

“Being broken again.”

I nod and wipe the blood from my nose with my thumb, sliding off the hood of my car to walk around to the driver’s side. “I’d never break him, Callie.”

It’s him who’s gonna break me.

Chapter Fifteen

Wren

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What?” she asks, wincing when I tighten my grip on her to drag her down the hall. “Why are you so mad?”

“Don’t play with me,” I growl, shoving her bedroom door open to push her inside. “What the fuck was that?”

“They were gonna find out sooner or later, Wren,” she rolls her eyes, playing it off like I’m the crazy one. “What’s wrong with sooner?”

I glare and snatch her left hand to take a look at the engagement ring on her finger, frowning when I realize the diamond’s not a fake. “Where’d you even get this?”

She doesn’t answer so I lift my eyes to look at her, grinding my teeth when I catch her staring at my now swollen knuckles with a cocky ass grin on her face. I twist her hand in my grip and back her up against the wall by the door, leaning over her to crowd her space.

“I said where’d you get it?”

“I bought it.”

“With what?” I laugh, throwing her hand away. “Magic fuckin’ beans?

“No,” she narrows her eyes, taking something out from the ass pocket of her shorts. “I used your credit card.”

This bitch.

I snatch it from her and move to leave, ignoring her screams while I pull the door shut to lock her inside. I unlock the double doors across the hall and walk through the den my father decided to let us keep, grabbing my headphones and a bottle of whiskey from the bar. I make my way out to the balcony and drop down on the concrete, twisting the cap off the bottle to swallow a shot. I Think I’m Okay by Machine Gun Kelly plays through my ears and I drop my head back against the glass behind me, unable to stop the way my mind wanders to Levi while I stare at the lit up pier in the distance.

I hurt him just now, twice, and I fucking hate myself for it.

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