Gemma gasps, clearly affronted by my words. Dempsey punches Spencer in the arm like this is all his fault. Spencer narrows his eyes at me, carefully taking in my words.

“We see you now, speedy,” Spencer says. “You’re one of us.”

I feel the power of his words. He doesn’t even know I’m in a relationship—that is what this is, right?—with his uncle, yet here he is claiming me as a friend in their little group. My heart warms at the sense of belonging rushing through me.

“Come on,” Gemma says, taking hold of my elbow. “If we don’t leave now, Dempsey will start humping your leg.”

“Fuck off, womb leech,” Dempsey chirps.

“Back at you, genetic garbage can.” She laughs and then gives Spencer the finger. “See you idiots at lunch.”

They take off in the other direction while me and Gemma walk toward the science building. Even though she and Dempsey are juniors, I have a couple classes with each of them. My next class is with Gemma.

This is surreal.

The Park family really has welcomed me into their fray.

“I’m sure they told you all about the party, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I say slowly. “I’m not sure if I’m going yet or not.”

It depends on what Callum says.

I need to get an answer since tomorrow night is the party.

“Your parents controlling gatekeepers too?” Gemma asks as we enter the classroom. “My dad thinks if I go anywhere unattended, I’ll get knocked up like Mom did at this age. It’s so unfair. Dempsey gets to do whatever he wants.”

“That’s totally unfair,” I agree. “My stepbrother has more freedom too.”

Her dark eyebrow arches as we take two seats beside each other. “Levi?”

I cringe at hearing his name. This morning, I was forced to take another ride with him to school. He didn’t bother me like the day before, so that was a win in my book. He was probably still gloating over Darren bursting into my room to yell at me last night.

“Totally get you,” she continues. “Dempsey is awful. He literally gets detention like every day and guess what. Dad doesn’t do anything about it. If I hear that boys will be boys one more time…” She slams her notebook onto the table. “I’m going to go feral.”

It’s amusing that this flawless, perfect specimen of a young woman could even be capable of going feral. I’m not sure what that would entail, but I think it would be entertaining.

“I’m Willa. Willa Reyes.”

She smirks at me. “I know who you are, babe. I know everything about everyone.”

Does she know her brother—Callum, not her twin—went down on me last night? I squirm in my chair. Doubtful. Best if we keep it that way too.