The Rebel of Raleigh High (Raleigh Rebels #1)

by Callie Hart

“It isn’t just that. I also happen to think that you’re the most beautiful fucking thing I have ever witnessed with my own two eyes. I am watching you just as much as you’re watching me…and I don’t trust myself to look away.”

“Just…stop. Quit hiding from the hard stuff. I’m not fucking hiding from it. Not anymore. If you can’t just be real for one second, then I’ll do it for the both of us. My life is a fucking mess right now. I have so much shit going on, and I’ve been trying my best to forget that you even exist, but I can’t, okay? I like you. I care about you. I care that you probably think I hooked up with one of those dumb bitches at that party, when I didn’t. When I walked away, disgusted at how pathetic they were being. And I know you don’t want to hear any of this shit. Your life is fucked up, too. But I see you, Silver. I see you looking at me, and I can feel the want in you. This playing around, tiptoeing around the truth is just fucking…it's fucking pointless. You like me, too. You care about me, too. You don't know why yet, but I can show you. I'm a risk. I'm a danger. I'm not a fucking safe bet by anyone's standards. But I can be good for you if you let me. At least I think I can. You're the first fucking person in this entire world who’s ever made me want to fucking try. And…”

“That's it then, Argento. The decision's been made. You're mine, and I'm yours. And the whole of Raleigh High is gonna know about it by five minutes past eight, Tuesday morning.”

This is the part when I realize you’ve stolen my fucking soul and I have no chance of ever getting it back.”

“Young lady, you will take this seriously or lose the right to give your version of events at all,” Mr. Weaving snaps. “Actually…no. That’s not…we can’t do that, Caleb,”

“But, sidenote. I’ve recently taken up praying again. Funnily enough, my renewed faith coincided with the night you asked to go spend the night with a guy who looks like something out of Sons of Anarchy.”