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

by C.M. Stunich

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.

The author of my life must hate me.

“Chuck Carson, you are asking to be shipped off to a military academy. Do you think I can't arrange that? Montagues or no, I am still your father, and until you're eighteen, you belong to me.” “Okay, boomer,” I say, and this stillness settles over our little group.

She made a big oops

He's decidedly calmer today than he has been since I called him a boomer. Heh. I mean, he's technically Gen X—I think—but you can call anyone a boomer that's acting like an asshat. Every Millennial and Gen Zer worth their salt in online slang knows that.