Page 33 of Reckless at Westbrook High

An elbow knocks mine and I frown, looking left to find Ryan sitting beside me with a brow raised and his eyes on my hand. I quickly release my death grip on the fork I’m holding and drop it on the table, falling back in my seat with a huff because I’m almost positive I’ve gone insane. Either that or they’re the crazy ones and I’m the only normal fucker in this bitch because what the actual fuck is happening today?

She hurt him, fucked his goddamn cousin and broke his already broken heart, and now she has the nerve to come back and reclaim her spot on the king’s lap, sitting here in her skimpy little cheer outfit like she has some right to be here?

Why are they allowing this?

Wren’s eyes cut to mine like he heard me and I cock my head, bouncing my eyes between the two in an attempt to read him.

He doesn’t want her.

He can say it all he likes, I know for a fact he doesn’t give a shit about her anymore, and the way his tortured eyes linger on me a second too long every time he thinks I’m not looking only proves that.

He wants me.

He locks his jaw and I smirk, grabbing my coke from the table to take a sip. Ryan, Damon and Kai continue to chat shit about fuck knows what but I keep my focus on Wren, purposely taunting him while I swirl my tongue over the tip of my straw. His eyes darken and I lick my bottom lip, imagining it’s his mouth instead of mine while I drag it out through my teeth.

He likes it when I do that.

Just as I think it, he shifts in his seat and I take another sip to hide a grin, enjoying the fact he’s getting hard against Freya’s bony little ass because of me. Her brows dip when she feels it, but instead of looking at him like I thought she would, she lifts her head and cuts her eyes to mine, narrowing them when she realizes I’m already looking their way.

What the fuck?

My head pulls back but Wren pretends not to notice, tightening his grip on her bare thigh to bring her attention back to him. It works and she grins like she’s won something, leaning back on his chest to resume listening to the boys’ conversation. Wren decides now’s the time to ignore me entirely so I take my phone out and hide it under the table, watching him for his reaction while I type out a message to him.

Levi: Does she know about me and you?

I hear it go off a second later and he lifts his hips, pulling it out from the pocket of his jeans to check it. He takes one look at the screen and glares, hiding it behind Freya’s back while he types away on it. The three little dots bounce on my screen but disappear just as quick, his jaw ticking while he decides what to say to me.

Wren: Yeah.

I raise a brow at that, eyeing him while I type out a reply.

Levi: You told her?

Wren: Course I fuckin’ didn’t.

Levi: How did she find out?

Those three dots appear on my screen again and I lean back in my seat, not missing the clear flash of hesitation in his eyes before he finally presses the send button.

Wren: Her cousin saw us in your room at Ryan’s that night. He told her.

I lock my jaw and squeeze the phone in my hand, once again imagining shoving my fork through Freya’s skinny little neck.

Levi: Is that why you’re with her? She’s fucking blackmailing you?

He hesitates again, and I don’t even have to look at the screen to know he’s just lied to me.

Wren: No.

Levi: You’re lying.

Wren: I’m not fucking lying.

Levi: Liar.

He glares and I glare right back at him, honest to god considering grabbing him again and dragging his ass back to the bathroom to shake some fucking sense out of him. He’s been avoiding me all day, refusing to talk to me like I’m the one who did him wrong, but I have a feeling it has less to do with me and more to do with the gold digging little whore on his lap.

He’s hiding something.

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