Campfire Chaos Read online K. Webster (Hood River Hoodlums #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Dark, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Hood River Hoodlums Series by K. Webster
Advertisement1

Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
<<<<11119202122233141>102
Advertisement2


Cute, perky nose.

A mouth I spend a little too much time staring at.

She’s different than I last saw her when she was trying to steal her brother’s pain pills. For one, her long hair has been cut into a stylish, shorter way that makes her seem a little older than her eighteen years. Her makeup isn’t overly done, just enough to highlight her big blue eyes and juicy dick sucking lips.

My cock twitches to my annoyance. It’s not my fault I notice girls’ lips. I like getting head and can usually tell who’ll be good at it based on the shape and softness of their lips. And almost always, those lips match those between their thighs. I suppress a groan. I don’t want to think about Charlotte’s fucking cunt.

Dragging my gaze away from her sexy mouth, I lock eyes with the girl next to her. Her cheeks blaze crimson. She makes a great show of crossing her legs, letting her skirt ride up to expose her thighs. As soon as she sees that I notice, she raises her hand.

“What?”

She doesn’t bristle at my harsh question. Charlotte looks up from her assignment, frowning my way.

“I have a question. Can I come ask it?” the girl purrs.

I give her a clipped nod. The girl slides out of her seat, sashaying my way. Her top is low-cut and when she reaches my desk, she leans forward, giving me a prime view of her cleavage.

“What’s your name?” I demand.

“Heidi Fulton.” She bites down on her thin bottom lip. “I’m really bad at math. Do you offer any tutoring after school?” Her eyes drop down to my crotch. “Or ways I could earn extra credit?”

“Miss Fulton,” I state in a cold tone, “are you propositioning a teacher?”

She bats her lashes, unfazed. “It’s just you, Cal.”

“Go to the office.”

Her smile falls. “What? Why?”

“Dress code.”

Heidi recoils as though I’ve struck her. “What’s wrong with my clothes?”

“We can see your red panties, Heidi Ho,” a dude named Joey calls out. “Seriously. Desperate much?”

The girl glowers at me and I shrug. She stomps over to her desk, throwing her shit into her bag, and then storms from the room. I pull out my laptop and then shoot Karen an email to be expecting the bitch—though I say it in a more appropriate way—who’ll need to borrow some gym clothes for the rest of the day. When I look back at Charlotte, she’s focused on her computer.

I’ll give it to her. She’s trying. We were all a part of her life until she got mixed up with Ryan. I’m not stupid. I know how he infected and ruined her. It’s her fault, though, for being so fucking weak. She’s not weak, yet she let him make her that way. And because of it, Terrence had to pay.

She seems okay now. Rehab was good to her. But after seeing her with Wes this morning, I wonder for how long she’ll be okay. He somehow got to Roux and the shit he tried to pull on her still makes me see red. One of these days, I’m going to get that motherfucker back. Seeing him with Charlotte was jarring. As much as I hate this bitch, I hate him a thousand times more. He’s a weasel rapist. Had I not intervened… He’d be dead. Jordy and Roan would have murdered his ass. Hell, I almost did. If this asshole gets the chance, he’ll do it again, and the way he had his eyes set on Charlotte tells me all I need to know. He thinks it’ll be her next.

I should warn her.

Be the good guy.

Fuck that.

I have my own agenda with Charlotte. Doesn’t mean I can’t warn off Wes, though. If he touches her, I’ll bash his fucking skull in with my boot. I’ll make sure he knows not to fuck with her or else.

Charlotte closes her Chromebook long before everyone else. She has a smug smile on her face. It annoys me. She flunked out last year because she fucked up her life. This shouldn’t be easy for her. I click onto the digital classroom dashboard and find the submitted pretests. Hers is the only one so far. I press on her name, quickly glancing over the 50/50 grade to skim through her answers.

Interesting.

So she’s a smart nerd like the rat?

I grit my teeth and load the homework assignment plus an extra credit one that’s hard as shit. The other students begin to populate as they submit their pretests the closer to the bell we get. The average grade is a 30/50.

Before the bell rings, I stand and address the class. “Homework and extra credit. Most of you are going to need it. Come to class with your heads on tomorrow. No more goofing around.”

The bell rings and people gather their things, getting ready to leave. Charlotte moves quickly, no doubt eager to bail. Just as she stands, I call her name.


Advertisement3

<<<<11119202122233141>102

Advertisement4