Page 32 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“Again.”

“I want– fuck,” I rasp, squeezing his waist when I feel his hard cock against mine. “I want her.”

He laughs lightly and moves his mouth to my ear, slowly sliding his hand over my abs to grip me through my jeans. “Liar.”

My hips buck and I grab his throat, spinning on him to shove him back in my place against the door. “Don’t.”

He smirks like the motherfucking devil he is, teasing the edge of my waistband with his finger. “Why not?”

“Careful, Lev,” I warn, moving in to crowd his space the same way he does mine. “The last time you touched my cock I ruined your face. I got no fuckin’ problem doin’ it again.”

“Yeah?” he teases, tangling his fingers in my hair to pull me in further. “What about when I do it up here?” he goes on, tapping my temple. “What happens then, Wren? When you’re alone inside the darkness of your own head, you let me, don’t you?”

I glare at that, digging my fingers into his throat in warning, but that only sets him off more.

“Nah, you don’t just let me,” he whispers, speaking over my lips. “You fucking beg me for it.”

Fuck him.

Fuck him and his stupid emerald green eyes and his fat fucking lips and his raspy ass voice.

Most of all, though, fuck him for being right.

He slides a finger over my zipper and I release him with a shove, stepping back to put some distance between us because I honestly don’t know whether I’m about to punch him or kiss him. He’s in my fucking head and I can’t get him out. It doesn’t matter what I do or how hard I try to fight it, I can’t fucking shake him.

His lip twitches like he knows it and I work my jaw, quickly adjusting my cock in my jeans before I flick the lock on the door and swing it open, making a point to bump his shoulder with mine while I leave. I walk out to the hall and look around, relieved when I find it empty except for Callie and a couple stragglers.

When did the fucking bell ring?

I shake that off and move for my locker, ignoring my sister in law’s cocky ass grin while she pushes off the wall and moves to follow me.

“Don’t say a fuckin’ word,” I mutter, rolling my eyes when she lifts her hands in mock surrender. “Where’s Freya?”

“Madison took her to go get a new cheer uniform,” she tells me, sipping on a Starbucks mocha latte I assume came from Rachel. “She’s back on the squad.”

I nod, side eyeing her while I take my books out for first period. “Thank you.”

She shrugs like it’s no big deal and pulls out a pre rolled joint from her pocket, smirking at me while she holds it up between us. “Wanna come be bad with me, ganja man?”

I smirk back and shut my locker to wrap my arm around her neck, ignoring the eyes on my back while I walk her out to the parking lot.

Chapter Ten

Levi

Back together, my ass.

This lying fucker must think I’m stupid, tryna play me like he has a say in whatever fucked up game she’s playing here.

He won’t even look at her, won’t even touch her unless she makes the first move, which she does, a lot.

I’ve been watching them all morning, doing my best to keep my shit together while she sat next to him in every class and put her desperate little hands on him every chance she got. He’s allowing it like he’s suddenly forgotten who she is and what she did to him, and it’s taking every ounce of self control I have left not to grab him right here and now and show this little bitch who keeps him up at night, because it sure as shit isn’t her.

Fuck, I hate her.

I’ve always hated her, ever since the day he claimed her as his back in freshman year, and watching her now with her ass on his lap and her hand linked with his.. she’s lucky I don’t reach over this table and shove my fork through the side of her neck until she bleeds out all over the cafeteria floor.

“..chill the fuck out.”

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