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

by C.M. Stunich

This stupid fucking body that's only ever bought me pain. Why does it hurt to hate yourself so much?

The monsters come anyway—whether you wear short skirts or sweats.

Confucius says dig two graves before embarking on a journey of revenge. But what if that revenge is the only thing keeping you alive? And what if the people you're seeking revenge on deserve it? If Batman had just killed the Joker from the get-go, how many more people would still be alive? Sometimes the bad guys have to die, so if I have to dig two graves, so be it. Better than digging three.

The darkness is where I live; I've learned to be happy here.

“Sometimes pain is pretty, to the people who have too much of it,” he tells me, and then kisses me on the cheek. “You’re gorgeous, by the way.”