Page 26 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“You fucking–”

“Damon,” Callie snaps, quickly blocking his path when he moves to rush me. “What the fuck is the matter with you?”

“Move.”

She scoffs at that, shoving his ass back towards the gym off the kitchen. “You wanna take your shit out on somethin’, go take it out on the bag.”

He glares, working his jaw when she doesn’t move.

“Now, Damon.”

A few seconds pass before he rolls his eyes and backs away from us, snatching a fresh bottle of water from the fridge before he walks off to go do as he’s told. Callie chews her lip ring and turns to face me fully, her face falling when she catches the look on mine.

“What..?” she trails off, following my line of sight to my little brother, my twin brother, my best fucking friend and the other half of my fucking soul.

“Kai..” I plead, inching closer to him, but he just shakes his head and shoves me back, breaking off another piece of me when I see the hurt and betrayal there.

He felt it when she broke me.

He knew there was something wrong with me that night, even being almost three thousand miles away, he could feel it. He tried to call me a hundred times but I didn’t answer, and now he knows why.

“I’m sorr–”

A humorless laugh leaves him and he pushes himself off the counter, tossing his mug in the dishwasher before he leaves for the gym without a single word.

Fuck.

“Wren..”

I say nothing and drop my head in my hands, closing my eyes when Callie slides her hand around my neck to pull me into her.

“We’ll fix this,” she whispers, gently running her fingers through my hair. “I promise you we’re gonna find a way to fix this.”

I nod against her but I don’t believe it.

There’s no fixing this.

Chapter Eight

Wren

The waves roll beneath me and I swing my legs off the edge, hovering my thumb over the call button for the hundredth time today.

Just one minute.

I don’t have to tell him anything, I can just make something up, pretend I called the wrong number by accident.

Jesus, I really am a girl.

I’m just about to say fuck it and call him, but then the phone rings in my hand and I jump, cringing when I see my dad’s name flashing on the screen. This is the third time he’s called me in ten minutes, meaning he’s probably gone home to find Freya fucking Thorne trotting about the house like she owns the place. Knowing I can’t ignore him forever, I hit the answer button and lift the phone to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Where are you?”

“On the pier.”

“What are you doing on the pier?”

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