Page 46 of Reckless at Westbrook High

If he were to pretend to be me to fuck around with Levi, though..

I shake that off and force the thought away, lying down beside him to stare at the ceiling a while. I don’t like where my head just went, but even still, it’s right fucking there and it’s refusing to be ignored.

I’d fucking kill him.

Chapter Fourteen

Levi

“I’m tired.”

I roll my eyes at that, hiding a grin when Rachel slides her eyes to Ryan’s, frowning. “Are you ever not tired?”

“Nope,” I answer for him, falling in line beside them to walk down to the beach by the pier. “It’s his thing.”

“Huh,” she muses, shrugging. “I thought fucking was his thing.”

“Aww,” Ryan teases, wrapping his arm around her neck to kiss her forehead. “You jealous, baby?”

“Fuck off.”

He smirks and I laugh lightly, moving my eyes over the crowd gathered around the bonfire. I spot Wren and Kai leaning back against the makeshift bar and walk over, tipping my chin when Wren’s eyes hit mine.

“Sup.”

“Sup,” he says back, uncapping the bottle of Jack in his hand to pour himself a shot.

I shake my head at him and lean over to grab a beer from the cooler, not missing the way he’s barely said three words to me since we went to the dorms the other day. It’s awkward as shit between us lately, but I don’t care. I crave his presence the same way my lungs crave air, and as hard as it is to be around him without being able to touch him the way I want, I’ll take him any way I can get him.

Callie appears in my peripheral with Damon beside her and I glance over without thinking, pulling my brows in when I catch her eyeing me right back like she’s checking me over for damage.

What..?

“The fuck is that?”

I frown and look at Rachel, following her line of sight to watch Freya walking over with her old best friend at her side. Madison glares, still hating Rachel for fucking her ex–boyfriend a little over a year ago, but no one’s looking at her. We’re all looking at Freya, not one of us missing the big ass grin on her face to match the big ass rock on her left hand.

No..

“We’re getting married.”

“The fuck you are.”

Several heads turn my way and I shut my mouth, only just realizing I said that out loud. Callie winces and the boys tense beside me, but I don’t take my eyes off Freya. She cocks her head at me and moves for Wren like she’s about to put her hands on what’s mine, and then I lose my shit, grabbing her neck to yank her into me instead. She screams and I glare, spinning her to pin her ass back to the bar.

“What the fuck do you have on hi–”

Wren grabs me before I can finish and shoves my ass back, quickly necking his drink before he drags me back up to the parking lot, not stopping until we’re alone and hidden in the shadows.

“Are you outta your fuckin’ mind?”

“Get the fuck off me,” I growl, struggling against his grip on me to try to get to her, but he won’t let me go.

“Goddamnit, Lev,” he grits out, wrapping his hand around my throat to pin me back against the side of my car. “Calm the fuck down.”

My pulse throbs beneath his fingertips but I force myself to do as I’m told, recklessly snatching his face to pull him into me.

Mine.

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