The Forever Crew (Adamson All-Boys Academy, #3)

by C.M. Stunich

This is my forever crew; these are my friends.

Somehow, I feel like I'm surrounded by sharks in this room. Just … are they going to eat me or eat the fuckers who are trying to kill me? “Listen up, Jaws,” I start, only vaguely realizing that perhaps my Jaws movie reference only makes sense to me.

“Even though I like sharing girls with you, sometimes I want to be my own person for five fucking seconds.”

“Being in a healthy, happy relationship with more than one person doesn't make me a bad human being,”

“Chuck and I were about to get hot and heavy, and you interrupted us,” Church finishes before I can stop him. My cheeks flame as the other four boys in the Student Council glance my direction. Uh-oh. “We don't particularly like being watched.”

Our past isn't an anchor that keeps us tied to a shipwreck beneath the sea; it's the sail that we can collect wind in so that we can soar.

I'm most definitely not a boy. No, I'm a secret girl, with my ruthless boys … my forever crew.

“And let me deal with the girls, okay? They're nowhere near as cute as you, and you know how much I like cute things.”

“Meaning I was going to throw you over the counter, slap your ass and leave a flour handprint, and then probably fuck you in that apron.”

“This is a bunch of patriarchal bullshit. This doesn't make me a girl. I just … it's like armor or something, okay? I feel calmer wearing it. I want to wear it. That's feminism right there: choice.”

Dear Diary, I wish I could tell you that I understood. But I don’t. Sometimes people do things that make little sense to the rest of us. Sometimes the people we love betray us. It happens, and there isn’t a damn thing we can do about it.

“It's okay to be soft and vulnerable sometimes. That's why I like that shit. It reminds me that I don't have to be on top of Mark Grandam, beating the shit out of him, to be happy. Life is balance, Chuck. Hard and soft. I'm too fucking hard sometimes; I need something to take the edge off.”

white. “I want to see all the places I've touched you.”

There's something about fearing for your life that really puts that kick in your step, makes you realize that tomorrow isn't guaranteed, and that it's okay to be happy now.

“You can’t walk in heels for shit,” Ranger snarls, scowling and looking my costume over with a raised brow. “Still think you should’ve gone as Scrappy.”

Oh my fucking god I can't breathe dammit . Ranger . Spencer?!!

“Every girl has a ho inside, waiting to liberate her from the puritanical shackles of our modesty-based society that shames women for having natural pleasure and dominion over their own bodies. Enjoy all that dick, and we’ll talk soon!”

Always remember: hug like you mean it, love with your whole heart, and naked-bake something every once in a while. Over and out.