Page 18 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“Pretty much as long as I can remember,” I shrug, pouring out another two shots. “He’s not as bad as he used to be but it’s like he goes out lookin’ to get his ass beat, throwing punches at the biggest guy he can find like it’s fun for him.”

She nods and throws her shot back, but I don’t miss the way her jaw ticks like she’s mad about something.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she mutters, taking a few beers from the fridge before stealing the fresh joint from behind my ear. “You want some?”

“Of my joint?” I raise a brow, following her out through the kitchen.

She grins and snatches Damon’s hand to pull him along with us, leading us outside to go sit on the couch beside Levi. I sit down between him and Damon and he rolls his head to look at me, frowning at Callie when she tosses him two beers.

“One’s for you, one’s for your face,” she says simply, dropping down on Damon’s lap to light my joint. “You need to ice it.”

He raises a brow but does as he’s told, cracking one open before lifting the other one to his eye. “Thanks.”

She leans back on Damon’s chest and moves her eyes over the crowd, taking a couple hits before passing to me. “Where’s Kai?” she asks, laughing when she spots him rushing outside with a big ass grin on his face.

“Callie, c’mere,” he calls, taking her hands to pull her up to her feet.

“What are you doing?”

“Ryan bet me a hundred bucks I wouldn’t drink a beer underwater and post it on TikTok,” he tells her, tossing her his phone so she can record him.

“You can drink a beer underwater?” she frowns, not buying it. “How the fuck do you do that?”

“Watch and learn, baby girl.”

I snort and she shakes her head at him, getting the camera ready while he pops the button on his jeans.

“What happened to no compromising pictures?” she asks, flicking her wrist at the massive group of underage high schoolers surrounding us. “Your dad’s gonna kick your ass for this.”

“Yeah, well..” he shrugs, shedding his clothes until he’s down to nothing but his boxers. “If he tries to take my cash and my car, we’ll just tell him it was Wren.”

“What the fuck?”

He laughs at me over his shoulder and pops the cap on his beer. The crowd cheers when he backflips into the pool and I roll my eyes, taking a couple hits of my joint before blindly passing it to Levi. He doesn’t take it so I look his way, telling myself if he’s seriously eye fucking my half naked twin brother right now imma lose my shit on him for all to see.

He’s not looking at Kai, though.

He’s looking at me, mindlessly sliding his hungry eyes over my body until he finds the key tattoo on my wrist, which just so happens to be lying across my lap, right next to my cock.

“Lev..” I warn, speaking through my teeth.

“What?”

“You want a fuckin’ hit or not?”

He jumps at my tone and snaps himself out of it, grinning like the cocky fucker he is while he reaches over to take it from me. I watch his mouth as he takes a hit, telling myself it’s only because I want it back, but it seems we both know I’m full of shit.

“I like you mad.”

“I like you silent.”

He smirks but I ignore it, snatching my joint from his mouth before dropping back in my seat to smoke the rest of it. I toss my roach into the ashtray and keep my eyes forward despite feeling his on me, honest to god torn between wanting to choke him with my bare hands and pinning his ass to this couch to shove my tongue down his throat, followed by my cock.

He confuses the fuck outta me.

I’m not fucking gay.

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