Levi shrugs like he doesn’t care, but I don’t miss the clench of his jaw. Sounds like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree with this dipshit.

While Wayne calls both of their parents, I lean against the wall, shamelessly staring at Willa. What is her home life like? Living with this idiot can’t be good, especially after this stunt. If he’s ballsy enough to take naked pictures of her, what else is he ballsy enough to do?

Images filter through my mind, providing me with suggestions, and it takes an act of God to keep me rooted in place when everything in me screams to knock that fucker’s head off his shoulders.

“Your father is on his way,” Wayne says and then shoots an apologetic look at Willa. “Your mother said your stepfather can deal with both of you.”

Willa deflates, losing all the air in her sails, and shoots me a resigned expression. It’s clear she’s used to this stepfamily getting away with crap like this.

Her mom doesn’t want to come up here and fight for her?

Then I’ll do the fucking fighting for her.

Chapter Four

Willa

Dread pools in the pit of my belly.

Mom’s not coming. Of course she’s not. Since when does she ever come out of her Xanax haze long enough to show me any sort of attention or affection?

I’d hoped…just this once, I was important enough.

Levi pops his knuckles slowly in the chair beside me. The action never ceases to unnerve me. There’s just something so threatening about the way he does it. Like it’s a promise of pain. I attempt to ignore it, instead choosing to place my attention on Mr. Park.

He’s leaning against the wall, muscular arms crossed over his chest. Since he left his jacket in the classroom, the white material of his dress shirt visibly strains to encase his biceps. It’s much easier to fixate on his physique than allow Levi to get under my skin or to worry about my mom’s neglect.

Mr. Erickson lectures Levi on the harm to not only my reputation but his too. Gag. This statement in particular has Mr. Park tensing. I peruse my stare up his chest to his jaw muscle that ticks furiously as he glowers at Mr. Erickson.

Mr. Park is pissed.

On my behalf.

That is what gets me through the next half hour. Knowing I’m not all alone through this. He’s too engrossed in ensuring Levi’s harshest punishment possible that he doesn’t notice my openly gazing at him.