Chaos at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys, #2)

by C.M. Stunich

Only a villain can truly stop another villain. There is no room in this world for heroes; they only get in the way.

I don’t know how to help. That happens sometimes, when one broken person tries to lean on another. We’re too rickety to keep the other standing.

“Mitch,” he purrs, and I wish I could truly describe the way Vic smiles then. There are demons there, twisting up the edges of his lips. It isn’t a natural or normal smile and yet, my blood pressure spikes as soon as I see that malicious expression spread across his handsome face. It’s pure … I don’t want to say evil, because Victor is far from evil. Real evil, I’ve seen that, in the Thing’s face, in Eric’s bleeding scowl, in Kali’s pink painted sneers. But it’s something dark and wicked, something that glitters like the edge of a bloodstained blade. By the time he answers with a curt “Yeah”, I’m soaking wet.

“Hey, Bernie,” Pen says, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I’ve always resented her being taller than me. I frown and wrinkle my nose when she kisses me. I do that because I believe, like all little sisters do, that she’ll be here forever to take care of me. Right now though, I’m an asshole sophomore and she’s the kind-hearted senior who panders too much, worries too much, cares too much. “You know I love you more than the moon loves the stars, don’t you?” And I did. And I still do. My hands clench in the shimmery black fabric of the gown. It was supposed to be a fake dress for a fake wedding for a fake marriage. The thing is, I love Victor too much. He loves me too much. Havoc is too important to me. I could never give it up. “I know, Pen, and I love you, too. More than the sun loves the clouds. Wish me and Vic—me and Havoc—luck. I have a feeling the honeymoon is going to wreck me in the worst way possible.”