Page 82 of Reckless at Westbrook High

She scoffs and rolls her eyes, snatching her dress off the floor to throw it on over her head. “Assholes.”

We both laugh and she bends over to grab her heels, flipping us off over her shoulder while she walks for the door just to slam it behind her. Silence follows and I chew my lip, hesitating for what feels like an eternity before I roll my head to look at Levi. His eyes soften when he catches the struggle in mine and he sighs, but just as he opens his mouth to say something, we hear a shout for help and something hard hits the wall from the other side. He frowns and I pull my head back, looking that way when I hear it again.

“The fuck?”

He moves to stand and I follow him out into the hall, rolling my eyes when I spot his psycho cousin pinning that Donovan guy to the wall with his fucking knife pressed up against his throat. Zane does a double take at us and raises a brow, probably wondering why we’re both shirtless in the same room together, but then Donovan turns his head our way and opens his mouth to beg for help, slitting his own throat as he does it.

Oh, fuck.

Blood shoots from his neck and he chokes on it, staring right at me with his mouth hanging open while the life fades from his dark brown eyes. Zane lifts his hands in mock surrender and Levi snatches my wrist, quickly pulling me back to his side while Donovan’s body drops to the floor like a sack of bricks at my feet. My mouth parts and I blink a couple times, attempting to wake myself up from this fucked up nightmare because fuck.

Did that really just happen?

Zane looks from the dead guy to his knife and back again, frowning at him for a solid minute, and then the fucker laughs. Fucking bursts out laughing like it’s the funniest shit he’s ever seen.

“What the fuck, Zane?!” Levi shouts, only just releasing his grip on me to lift his hands to his head. “What the actual fuck did you just do?!”

“Why are you yelling at me?” he asks, looking genuinely confused by his outburst.

“Have you lost your fuckin’ mind?” he snaps, throwing his hands out in annoyance when Zane cocks his head like it’s something he needs to think about. “You just killed someone, you stupid psycho!”

“He touched my girl.”

“And?”

“The fuck you mean and?” he fires back, pointing at Donovan to emphasise his point. “He touched my girl. That’s not allowed.”

“Goddamnit, Zane,” Levi mutters, angrily ripping his hands through his hair while he paces the hall. “You’re gonna go to jail for this, man.”

“Fuck that,” he scrunches his nose, pulling his phone out from the pocket of his jeans. “I don’t wanna go to jail.”

“No one wants to go to jail, idiot.”

He shrugs and I run a hand over my mouth, pulling it away just as quick when I feel something on my face, and it’s only now I realize we’re all covered in blood.

Fuck, I think I’m gonna puke.

“You alright, Wren?”

I nod despite the fact I’m a lying fucker and swallow the acid creeping up my throat, looking at Zane when I spot him tapping away on his phone without a care in the world. “What are you doing?”

“Playin’ Candy Crush,” he jokes, tipping his chin at me. “Catch.”

“Wren, no– fuck!”

I wince and look down at the knife in my hand, lifting my head when I realize he’s just taken a picture of me holding it.

With Levi standing next to me.

Right above the dead guy.

“Are you for real?” Levi growls, stepping closer to crowd his cousin’s space. “You’re not pinning this on him.”

“Will you relax?” he rolls his eyes, easily shoving his ass back to snatch the knife from my hand. “It’s called insurance, not evidence.”

“Insurance for what?”

“You really think I’m about to let a Kingston brother walk outta here with this kinda dirt on me?” he raises a brow, bending to search Donovan’s pockets for his phone. “The only reason I haven’t killed you both already is because three people going missing from the same party on the same night would look a little suspicious now, wouldn’t it?”

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