The Rebel of Raleigh High (Raleigh Rebels #1)

by Callie Hart

Jake. You prefer it when I’m screaming and afraid, don’t you?”

“We understand this isn’t an ideal situation. For you or your faculty. If it were up to me, the boy'd already be in for a couple of years over in Swanson County, but the judge ruled that he was still classed as a minor.”

For the most hated girl at school, my home life is surprisingly normal.

A deep frown forms between his charcoal eyebrows. “Non sembrava Italiano. Doveva essere Italiano?”

“Pretty Princess Silver. Too good for all of us. Too fucking special. Don’t bite. Don’t kick. Don’t scream. Spread your legs and keep your mouth shut, bitch, and we’ll see if we can make this quick.”

“It’s okay to be broken. You have every right to be. Just don’t let them keep on breaking you. That’s not how you win this particular game.”

Gregory and Lou’s mom was T-boned at the intersection by Costco a month ago, and she’s been in a coma ever since.

“Well, would you look at that. Parisi bothered to look in a mirror before she got dressed this morning. Boys, is…is she wearing makeup?”

Dad’s hand isn’t wrapped around Alex’s throat.

Why did i read that as his hand IS wrapped around his neck??

“Strength is drawn to strength, Silver, and I think there’s a chance that you might be the strongest person I have ever met.”

“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.”

Ahhhhh

“I’m not going to force you to fall for me, Silver. You’ve already been forced to do too much. But don’t blame me if I try and change your mind.”

“Stai attentio, mi amore. Stai attento.”

“Va bene. Va bene. Respira, Argento. Respira. Shhhh.” I want to smash my fist into his face, just like I smashed it into the car window. Instead, when he takes a slow, obvious step toward me, I fall into his arms and bawl into his chest. His arms wrap around me tight, and for the first time since that night in Leon Wickman’s bathroom, I cry as I am held.

“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.”

“Oh. So you’re a dork? Good to know.”

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

Hate to break it to you, but you’re achieved GF status.

Cillian rubbed the coke he had on his finger inside my pussy. Hot, burning shame licks at my face as I try to order my body not to react, but there’s no denying the chemicals. It feels good. It feels far too fucking good for words. The feeling spreads, rising like smoke, a sharp kind of euphoria taking over my body.

It was a boy with a clean record, a winning smile and a glorious halo who broke me. Ironically, it’s the boy with the rap sheet, a body full of ink and the dangerous glint in his eye who’s putting me back together.