Havoc at Prescott High by Stunich C.M

Author:Stunich, C.M.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sarian Royal
Published: 2019-11-08T16:00:00+00:00

Thursday at Prescott High, always a treat to be here. At least now that I have a reputation for stabbing someone, it’s become interesting. And no matter how bad it gets here, it’s always better than being at home. That dinner with Pamela last night nearly suffocated the last vestiges of life from my body.

“Told you: she belongs with Havoc,” a girl says as I sweep past. “She's fucking ruthless.”

“I can be,” I say, pausing and turning toward her, loving the way her eyes widen just before she scurries off with her friend in tow. “Bitch.”

I keep on going, avoiding the downstairs bathroom and heading for my first period English class instead.

“Head's up: the Ensbrooks and the Charters are out for Havoc blood,” Stacey calls out as she sashays down the hall with bored, half-lidded eyes and too many rings on her right hand to simply be decorative. “Watch your back, Blackbird.” She takes her posse into the restroom as I grit my teeth and exhale, pushing open the door to Mr. Darkwood’s class.

Everyone turns to look at me, including Kali, one hand wrapped over the bandage on her arm, her doe eyes wet with fake tears. Part of me wishes the boys would kill her. That's how dark my life has become. But the thing is, her betrayal helped seal my own coffin years ago. It's natural for me to want her dead, isn't it?

“Oh, look,” Kali says, sniffling and rubbing at her nose. “It's Havoc's little bitch.”

For years, the Havoc Boys have worked their asses off to get control of this school. It's why I hired them. But it only takes one dissenting asshole to break that control, to let the world know they're not as scary as they pretend to be.

And now I'm one of them, right?

I stride forward in my acid-wash jeans, cropped sweatshirt, and boots, and I don't skip a beat before I pull back and sock Kali Rose as hard as I can in the face. Blood spurts from her nose as she rocks back, but I'm not done, snatching the front of her pink sweater and yanking her back toward me.

“Are you fucking serious? Your name is already on my list, but how deep, exactly, the boys dig your hole is up to you.” I let go of her and shove the sleeve up on my sweater. It bares my midriff and all my ink, but also hides the raw, angry wound on my arm, closed up with Vic's perfect, tiny black stitches. “You ordered Billie to cut me, and I handled it just fine. I cut you, and you run off to the hospital sucking on Ms. Keating's tit.”

Kali's face fills with rage, but she knows I've backed her into a tight corner here. If Mr. Darkwood comes in and she tattles, all of Prescott High will know she's a goddamn snitch. And then I won't have to wait for the boys to get my vengeance; somebody else will do it for us.

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