Page 78 of Reckless at Westbrook High

He raises a brow and shoves the now melting ice cube into my mouth, laughing at me when I almost choke on it. “Suck on that, you little fucker.”

“I’m not little,” I mutter, crunching the ice between my teeth. “Asshole.”

He smirks and looks over at the den on the other side of the giant living room, shaking his head when he spots Demi Adams standing up on the pool table with a beer in one hand and a lit joint in the other, slowly rolling her hips to the beat for the group of horny college boys surrounding her.

“Is she trying to get their asses beat?”

“Probably,” Levi nods, rolling his eyes when she swirls her tongue over the neck of the bottle in her hand. “Definitely, yeah.”

I laugh lightly and lean over him to grab my drink, respecting the big ass balls on this girl despite her stupidity. She’s wearing the tiniest pair of black denim shorts I’ve ever seen and a faded Nirvana t-shirt, her bright blue eyes covered in black shit and her shiny, jet black hair falling all the way down to her ass. She’s hot as fuck and every fucker knows it, but she’s also untouchable. Whether she likes it or not, she belongs to Zane, and no one touches Zane’s girl without earning himself a broken nose and a couple black eyes to match.

Just as I think it, the guy I just punched reaches up to touch her and she smacks his hand away, shaking her head no. He doesn’t back the fuck up the way she’s warning him to, though. Instead he moves in and slides his hands over her outer thighs, looking up at her with something that looks a lot like want for a fifteen year old girl. She laughs at him and he grins, assuming he’s got her, but then Logan Adams walks right up to him and lands a solid hit to his nose without so much as a fucking word. Donovan’s ass hits the floor, again, and Logan moves his eyes over the boys surrounding his sister, wordlessly ordering them to get back to it. They scatter like flies and he snatches Demi’s waist, lifting her up to toss her bratty little ass over his shoulder. She squeals and he glares, setting her down at the bottom of the stairs to take her face in his hands. He leans over her to crowd her space and I scan the crowd to look for Zane, scrunching my nose when I catch the look on his face.

Motherfucker gives me the creeps.

He’s leaning back against the wall in the corner with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes on Demi. His inky black hair falls over his forehead and he drags his bottom lip through his teeth, probably imagining all the fucked up shit he wants to do to her. He won’t touch her – he barely even talks to the girl he claims to hate so much – but that doesn’t change the fact he’s fucking obsessed with her.

Logan follows Demi while she walks for the kitchen and Zane slides his creepy eyes to mine, winking at me before he pushes himself off the wall and turns to leave.

“Fuckin’ weirdo.”

Levi laughs at me and takes the joint from my mouth, side eyeing me while I drop my head in my hands to ease my sudden headache. My eyes hit the ink on my left wrist and I grind my teeth, unable to stop the way my mind drifts back to her and what she did to me today – what she’s been doing for months, according to Derek.

Forever, my ass.

Lying bitch.

“Wren..”

“I miss my mom, Lev,” I throw it out there, ignoring the tears filling my eyes while I think back to the only reason I wanted my girl today in the first place. “I just wanna forget, you know?”

“I know, man,” he says quietly, taking the ice pack from my hand to toss it down on the coffee table. “You wanna go home?”

“You wanna suck my d–”

He slaps a hand over my mouth and shoves me back against the couch, leaning over me to get in my face. “Stop sayin’ that.”

“Make me,” I mumble, purposely riling him up because I’m an asshole and it pleases me.

Distracts me.

That’s what I want.

A fucking distraction.

His eyes darken with something I can’t place and he moves his hand down to my jaw, dropping his eyes to my mouth while he slides his thumb over my bottom lip. “You want your dick sucked?”

I frown at him, confused as to why he’s touching me like this, but I don’t call him out on it. We’re both drunk as fuck and I’m almost positive I’m seeing things that aren’t there, so instead I steal the joint from his hand and take a hit, keeping my eyes on his while I blow my smoke in his face.

“Yeah.”

He licks his lips and I hold my breath, silently waiting for whatever he’ll do next. Long seconds pass and I swear to god he’s about to kiss me, but then he closes his eyes and shakes his head at himself, working his jaw while he pulls away from me. Something that feels an awful lot like disappointment courses through me but I shake that shit off, pulling my brows in when he snatches the vodka from the coffee table to swallow a shot, then another two.

The fuck’s his problem?

“Lev..”

“Pick one.”

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