Bully: A High School Bully Romance (The King of Castleton High Book 1) by Ellie Meadows

Author:Ellie Meadows [Meadows, Ellie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-25T23:00:00+00:00

9.

D R A K E

The back-to-school lake party—a town tradition since my father was a high schooler. I wasn’t going to go; I had too much on my mind. But then she’d answered my message.

I didn’t want her going to that fucking den of iniquity. More girls lost their virginity at the lake party than they did after prom. Not that I knew for a fact she was a virgin, but I had a God-given sixth sense that made me fairly sure.

No one was going to have her.

And I told myself that I was only feeling so protective because of my need to be her first. My need to break her, not just fuck her and use her like the new girls before her, like every girl before her.

I answered the group text that had been buzzing like a hive since school let out.

Bradley: I’ve got the kegs.

Dax: More than last year right? We ran out last year.

Bradley: Six. Enough for idiot Steve to do his signature handstand and spill everything.

Steve: Shut up, Brad.

Bradley: Don’t be an idiot then.

Dax: Fuck you both on about. Chill.

Bradley: Anyone got the cups? We need cups.

Dax: Allie’s supposed to bring them.

Steve: She’s fucking unreliable.

The messages went on and on, the bickering increasing with each sentence.

You guys are all punk ass morons. I wrote, smiling.

Bradley: Drakeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Steve: Boi!

Dax: Finally!

I’m coming. I’ll get the cups. Just make sure the music is fucking tight.

Steve: Tight like the pussy we about to smash.

Steve, you are an idiot.

Steve: Sorry, Drake.

I showered and changed, putting on torn jeans and a shirt my mom had gotten off the pre-fab rack from some hot-shot designer in California. At first glance, it looked like any typical white dress shirt. On closer inspection, it had a silvery pale houndstooth design running over the material. I half-tucked it and rolled the sleeves up over my elbows. I didn’t know why girls liked that, but they did. It was the rebirth of female ankles in the damn Victorian era.

I didn’t bother looking in the mirror. I didn’t need to.

“I’m going out,” I called to Dad who was sitting in the kitchen surrounded by paperwork. Lacey was here today—our personal chef. She came twice a week to stock the fridge and prep easy meals for me and Dad when Mom was gone, which was most the time. When she was home, Lacey came daily—Mom wouldn’t eat food that wasn’t absolutely fresh.

“We have a board meeting in the morning, Drake. I don’t want you partying all night and then too hungover to attend.”

“I’m not even part of the company yet,” I protested, knowing I wouldn’t win.

“But you will be one day.”

“Sure, if bitch Gran ever dies and you actually inherit full control. Then maybe, maybe, you’ll croak and I’ll be the big head honcho.” I grabbed my keys from the hook near the garage door. “Really looking forward to that actually. So don’t worry, nothing can make me miss tomorrow’s pointless weekend board meeting.”

“Drake, you will not talk about your grandmother that way.

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