Page 68 of Reckless at Westbrook High

Just as I think it, he appears out of nowhere and rushes inside wearing a black pair of basketball shorts with a black towel wrapped around his neck, covered in a thick layer of sweat like he’s just finished a two hour session in the gym. He hops up on the bed and kneels between Callie’s legs to pull her up into his lap, tangling his fingers in her hair to whisper something in her ear. It takes her a minute, but she finally stops shaking and wraps her arms and legs around him, hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

“You alright, baby girl?” Kai asks quietly, sitting down beside her to rub his hand over her back.

Wren moves to sit on her other side and she nods, slowly lifting her glassy eyes to mine.

Shit.

I clear my throat and back up towards the door, awkwardly throwing a thumb over my shoulder in a lame ass attempt to escape. “I’ll go.. get you some water or somethin’.”

“Levi.”

I freeze where I stand and scrub a hand over my mouth, staring at the black painted wall while I wait for her to ruin my life. “Yeah, Callie?”

“If you tell anyone about this, I swear to god I’ll kick your ass.”

I laugh lightly to cover the twisted relief rushing through me, turning my head to look at her over my shoulder. “I wouldn’t dare, little Kingston.”

She grins and I walk away, going back to Wren’s room to steal a pair of his sweats before I head downstairs to grab her a bottle of water from the fridge. I’m pretty sure she loves chocolate almost as much as she loves Damon, so I snatch her a couple candy bars and shut the door, barely resisting the urge to smash this fucking kitchen to pieces with my bare hands.

“Fuck.”

They hurt her – they’re still fucking hurting her – and god fucking help the sick fucks who put their hands on her when we finally get our hands on them.

Not long now.

I ignore that and the adrenaline mixed with the dread that comes with it and pull my phone from my pocket, taking the opportunity to check on Ross while I’m alone.

“Yeah?” he answers, yawning like he’s half asleep.

“Anything?”

“Nah, this chick’s fuckin’ boring, man. All she does is go to school and get her nails done once a week with that sexy blonde chick she’s always with, then she goes home to go to bed and wakes up to do the same shit all over again.”

“Kingston Palace isn’t her home,” I mutter, glancing at the stairs to check no one’s listening. “What’s she doing now?”

“Getting her nails done,” he draws out, sarcastic as shit. “With the sexy blond chick.”

“Madison.”

“What?”

“Her name’s Madison.”

“Madison,” he echoes, sounding happier now. “Can I fuck that one?”

“No.”

“Kill her, then?”

I roll my eyes and shake my head at him, not even bothering to answer that. “Just stay on her and call me if anything weird happens, alright?”

“Alright, bye.”

I hang up on him and walk back upstairs to find Callie and the boys, stopping in the open doorway when I spot Wren with his arm wrapped around her neck and his mouth on her hair. Whatever he’s saying has her laughing lightly and I lock my jaw, quietly walking inside to place her snacks on the bed by her feet.

Their relationship is something I don’t understand, and even though I don’t really have the right to be mad about it, it still pisses me off all the same.

I leave the water on her nightstand and attempt to leave without being seen, planning on going back to Wren’s room to take a shower while they do whatever it is they’re doing right now, but then Wren snatches my hand and pulls me back, not letting me go. I frown and look down at him, raising a brow when he moves his eyes over my abs and down to the waistband of his sweats with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

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