Havoc at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys, #1)

by C.M. Stunich

his lack of presence as strong a statement as any words he might say if he were.

“When you’ve been lied to by everyone around you, when you have nothing else, you realize the one currency you can carry is truth. So a single word does have meaning. A promise does hold importance. And a pact is worth carrying to the grave.”

When you exist in the ugly, you learn to live in the beautiful.

My personal poison, delivered in lethal doses by my own hand.

See, that's the thing with pain. Once it finds you and grabs hold, it doesn't let go easily. It's always there, a demon with reaching claws.