Page 123 of Reckless at Westbrook High

Lovely.

“Kai,” she screeches, throwing her head back when Damon continues doing whatever it is he’s doing down there. “Fuck, Damon.”

“Hundred bucks says he makes her come in under sixty seconds,” Wren says, dropping down in his usual seat by the window.

“Thirty.”

“Deal.”

The twins bump fists and I avert my eyes, pulling my brows in when I spot the single dining chair next to the closet with a couple bits of cut up tape attached to it.

What the fuck?

Callie finally comes after what feels like forever and Kai pockets his cash, dropping down on the bed beside her to place a plastic golden crown on her head. “Good morning, birthday girl.”

She blows the hair from her face and raises a brow at him, leaning back against the headboard to pull Damon’s t-shirt over her thighs. “What do you boys think you’re doing?”

“It’s your birthday,” Wren informs her, sitting down on her other side to kiss her cheek.

She frowns at that, bouncing her eyes between the four of us. “So?”

“So,” he echoes, passing her the mocha latte we got her from the coffee shop just now. “We brought you presents.”

“You did what?”

“You heard me.”

She looks at me for help and I shrug, tilting my head at the chair by the closet. “What happened there?”

Damon smirks like the devil himself and she blushes – fucking blushes – taking a long sip of her coffee in a lame ass attempt to hide it. “Nothing.”

“Did you just–”

“What’d I tell you about that word?”

Kai covers his cock with both hands and I laugh, dropping down beside Damon to steal Wren’s lighter from his pocket. I set the box of eighteen chocolate covered donuts on Callie’s lap and light the candles on top, hiding a grin when she stares at us with a hilarious look of horror on her face.

“Please don’t–”

We sing Happy Birthday just to torture her and she lifts her hands to her face, peeking out at us through the gap in her fingers while she waits for us to finish. Kai motions for her to blow out the candles and she humors him despite the fact she’s mortified, muttering something I don’t catch while she snatches a donut from the box to pick the candle out.

“Are you done?” she asks, speaking around her food.

“Nope,” Kai laughs, leaning over to grab the purple gift bag of presents we got her. “You like your new necklace?”

She bites her lip ring and runs her forefinger over the necklace Damon must’ve given her last night – a solid gold chain with a badass crown for a pendant and the word punk engraved on the back of it. We grin as one and she glares, making us laugh.

“Are you asking me to kick your asses right now?”

We laugh harder and she rolls her eyes, shovelling the last of her donut before she opens the rest of her presents. We got her a new pair of those Beats headphones she wears all the time, a few hoodies from her favourite store at the mall along with some other stuff we knew she’d love, and a Kindle Oasis with a five hundred dollar Amazon gift card to go with it. Her brows jump and she starts to argue, but then Kai shoves another donut into her mouth to shut her up, winking at her when she chokes on it. I snort and pass her the envelope from the bottom of the bag, sliding my arms around Wren’s waist to pull his back to my chest.

“Boys, for real, this is way too m–”

“Just open it, Callie.”

She sighs heavily but does as she’s told, dropping her jaw when she pulls out the Machine Gun Kelly tickets Elijah managed to get us at the last minute this morning. They cost us more than five times what they’re worth considering the concert’s tonight and completely sold out, but she doesn’t need to know that.

Her face lights up and she squeals, wrapping her arms around all four of us to kiss our faces. “I take it all back. I love each and every one of you.”

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