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

by C.M. Stunich

“I know it can’t possibly make up for everything that happened, but for what it’s worth, Bernadette, I’m … I’m sorry.” My eyes widen, and I try to pull away, but Aaron won’t let me go. His fingers dig into my skin, and my hands start to shake. “I’ve never stopped loving you; I just thought you should know that.”

I’ve been waiting for death for a long time, almost praying for it. But now that I’ve gotten a glimpse, I’m not so sure I like what I see.

“Are you okay?” Aaron asks me when we hit the quiet suburban streets near his house. “I mean, obviously not, but …” “I’m fine,” I say, because I know what he means. Am I broken? Am I shattered? Am I scared? But I’m none of those things because those things were stripped out of me a long time ago.