Page 16 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“Why are y–” he cuts off, frowning when he gets a look at my hand. “Did go to you see Derek today?”

“What? No. Why wou–”

“Why you fightin’ again?”

I shrug, forcing a grin. “Because I like it.”

“Is that right?”

“Yep.”

“You know, you do this thing when you lie,” he informs me, leaning his elbows on his knees to burn the end of his joint. “Your mouth moves, and you say things, but your eyes..” he raises a brow. “They say something completely fuckin’ different.”

“What’s your point?”

“You’re hiding something,” he states the fact, plain and fucking simple. “What is it? You get off on the pain or something?”

I laugh lightly at that, reaching over to steal the joint from his mouth. “You don’t know shit, Wren.”

“Tell me then,” he whispers, and I can’t help but note the plea in his tone.

I take a hit and pass it back, leaning forward until my face is just an inch from his. “You want the truth?”

He nods, waiting.

I quickly check no one’s watching and slide my ass to the edge of the couch, moving in further to speak over his lips. “Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.”

He locks his jaw and keeps his mouth shut, just like I knew he would, but I don’t miss the question sitting right there on the tip of his tongue.

“Why you really mad, Wren?”

“You fuckin’ Ryan?”

I raise a brow at that, following his line of sight to the stupid Gossip Girl type group chat on the phone in his hand. It’s a picture of me in the kitchen just now, a cocky ass smirk on my face despite the black eye, my mouth on Rachel’s ear and my hands on her waist, my eyes on Ryan while I pin her between us. Whoever took this and sent it out obviously thought they were seeing something they weren’t, but that’s Westbrook High for you. You can’t do shit in this goddamn city without someone ratting you out for it.

Wait..

I blink and lift my eyes back to his, hiding a grin when it hits me. “Are you jealous?”

He glares and pockets the phone, taking his lighter out to relight his joint. “Just answer the fucking question.”

I watch his pouty lips while he inhales a hit, enjoying the way his mouth parts to blow his smoke out.

I’m gonna fuck that mouth.

And his ass.

I’m gonna drive him fucking crazy, shove him down on my bed and tease his tight little hole with the tip of my cock until he’s begging for it.

A hard kick to my shin has me groaning, a big ass grin splitting my lips when I realize he’s caught me with my head in the clouds and my hand on my dick. I almost push him further, but then I remember the night he kicked my ass on the beach and think better of it.

He’s not ready.

Not yet.

“I’m not fuckin’ Ryan.”

He nods and releases the breath he was holding, unable to hide the clear relief on his face. “Thank fuck.”

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