Boys of Brayshaw High (Brayshaw, #1)

by Meagan Brandy

“Ms. Maybell, this is Raven Carver, seventeen, out of Stockton California.”

You’re a little hood but still a Cali girl. They want to be you, imitate you, but they don’t know how. They have fancy clothes and cars and Daddy’s plastic, but no matter what they do or buy or who they pay, they can’t reach your level, and they know it. You’re this lethal ass combination of girl they never knew they wanted to be until now but couldn’t match if they tried.”

someone tries to hurt you, I need you to tell me.” “I can’t do that.” He pushes closer, his expression angrier. “Why not?” “Because I’m not your problem.” “Be my problem.”

“Nothing wrong with having people in your corner, Raven.” “Sure there is.” “Why’s that?” “If your corner’s already empty, no chance of losing anything along the way.”

The Brayshaws were top tier, but the Malcaris - my born last name - were their second hand. It wasn’t until my great grandfather that Royce and Captain’s families were brought in. Four families became one. It

“Knowing where you are, who with, and what was said. And it has nothing to do with wanting to piss you off and everything to do with keeping me sane.” “Careful, big man,” I whisper, a sudden pounding now hitting against my temple. “That sounds a lot like a king falling. The ground isn’t very soft at my feet.”