Page 86 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“Who’s Ross?”

I frown at the look of distrust in his eyes and pick it up to check it, cursing myself when I get a look at the thirteen missed calls and seven text messages displayed right there on the screen.

Ross: Call me back.

Ross: Now, Levi.

Ross: It’s important.

Ross: Call me back right this second or imma do something you won’t like.

Ross: Too late.

Ross: Dude, answer your fucking phone!

Ross: Fuck.

I quickly climb out from beneath Wren and move to stand, ignoring his glare on the back of my head while I walk for the fire pit to call him back.

“Fucking finally.”

“What happened?”

“Your girl just caught a cab to a fucking prison, that’s what happened,” he bites out, shouting over the faint screams in the background. “She was at Valley State Pen– fuck, hang on a sec.. will you shut the fuck up?! I’m tryna talk up here.”

The fuck?

“Anyway. She was in there for a while. I figured you’d wanna know.”

“Fuck,” I hiss, running a hand through my hair while I fight to think. “You kidnapped her?”

“Course I fuckin’ did. You wouldn’t answer your phone so I used my initiative, snatched her as soon as she came outside and locked her in the trunk of my car.”

Fucking hell.

“Where are you?”

“About twenty minutes from Westbrook.”

“Alright, there’s a spot I know a few miles from my house. Meet me there and don’t fucking kill her.”

“I’m not promising you that.”

I lock my jaw and hang up on him, quickly texting him the address while I grab my shirt from the coffee table. Wren looks at me and I open my mouth to make something up, but then I catch the tortured look in his eyes and snap it shut again. I can’t lie to him, not when he’s staring at me with a deep frown on his face like he thinks I’m about to go cheat on him or some shit.

“Freya went to see Katherine.”

His brows jump and Callie hops to her feet, snatching her clothes from the floor while me and the boys do the same. We’re all dressed and walking for the exit a minute later, but I don’t miss the way Wren keeps stealing glances at me when he thinks I’m not looking. We walk through the heavy steel door and I snatch his wrist to pull him into me, pushing him back against the wall at the top of the stairs.

“Hey,” I whisper, lifting his chin until his eyes hit mine. “You know I love you, right?”

His eyes widen and he parts his mouth, staring at me with something that looks an awful lot like shock. “You’re telling me this now?”

“You looked like you needed it.”

“Did you mean it?”

“You know I did,” I tell him, dropping my forehead on his to speak over his lips. “Baby, I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. It’s always been you, Wren.”

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