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

by C.M. Stunich

Of course he loves Bernadette. We all do. But none of them more than me.

Once, in the tenth grade, when I was pretending to hate her, and lying with every breath I took, Sheldon Ernst murmured something about how sweet her cunt must taste. I beat him until he couldn’t stand. Because I’m jealous. And I’m in love.

“We have a video of him,” Vic says, nodding his chin in Neil’s direction. “With your sister Penelope.”

He crosses lean, muscular arms over his chest as I notice that his nipples are pierced with little swords. Interesting.

I'm being a petty bitch right now. I know I am, and I don't care.

Our breath mingles as my eyes close and I’m reminded of that time in tenth grade when, in the midst of all Havoc’s bullying, Aaron and I fucked each other.

He clearly has no idea how much I mess him up. He must really freaking hate me.

“Don't lecture me about my mistakes when you could raze an entire city with the heat of your own. Don't talk to me again unless you're going to apologize.”

No shes so right

Memories flash across his face, a flicker of nostalgia that makes me hate him just a little bit less than I love him.

Which means that whatever price Kali paid must've been good.

“Whatever reason you had for keeping that video from me, it wasn't good enough. It wasn't your choice to decide what to do with it. It was mine.”

not even that he's possibly gotten an underage teen pregnant.

Wait omg is he the father of kallis baby

My mind flickers back to Halloween night, to Kali sitting all cuddled up next to the Thing. She could be a victim of his, too. I know that, and yet … nobody made her call Havoc.

“You might be king of Havoc, but if you think I’m going to marry you and keep this crappy omega status you’ve granted me, you have another thing coming.”

You’re the one with an opening that needs filling.”

“If the baby is his, then we have her kill Kali. If it's not, Hael walks free and clear, but”—Oscar holds up a finger and smirks like the sociopath he so very clearly is—“she also has to sic her father and his task force of pigs on the Charter Crew.”

My heart aches when I think of him leaving in the Camaro with Brittany. He was always meant to be mine.

Meanwhile, the girls scream, the van burns, and people come pouring out of the store to watch.

no not the mom van

Oscar offers me the first small kindness he's ever granted by pretending he doesn't see me cry.

We're both just repeating the dreams we had for each other, dreams that are too far from reality to ever come true.

Screw you for making me feel fifteen again,

“Well, this wouldn’t be another man’s kid,” Aaron says with a cocksure smirk. “It’d be a Havoc kid.”

We do have history with Bernie. Since elementary school, we’ve tried to look out for her. Shit, we made a pact when we were thirteen to watch from afar but keep romance out of it.

All of them.

But what about oscar

“We’ve never shared any girl,” Aaron adds, and I feel my focus on Vic snap.

Ms. Keating crosses her arms over her chest, making it very clear this conversation is over. And she does it all while wearing a hot pink pantsuit. See, her I do like.

She is kind of a queen

But just as the oxymoron good criminals serves, so does bad cops.

Aaron Fadler could give Vic and a Hael a run for their money.

By Friday, I’m certain that I’m right about both things: Aaron is still mine … and Kali still wants him.

Doesn’t occur to me until about two hours later that he was being literal.

Britt. The sound of the familiar nickname rolling off Hael’s tongue annoys me.

It makes me wonder … if my sister’s suicide was really a suicide at all.

Who knew vengeance could be such a turn-on?

“Victor doesn’t treat you well. None of them do. Why do you reward them with your affection? It disturbs me, Bernadette.”

I would piss on them if I could.

One day, she’ll join us. Even if we wish she wouldn’t. We can try, but eventually, you have to accept the inevitable.

“I sure as shit hope so,” I murmur. “Because if he’s here, then he’s looking to start something soon, too.” And I don’t like that. I don’t like it at all.

The baby … is not Hael’s. But also, this moment is personal and sad and weird, and I just want to get the fuck out of there.

“Someday, she’s going to come to us, and she’s going to call Havoc. We have to give her a weapon she can actually use, something that’ll help her escape.”

Ms. Keating asks, standing close by, her face pinched with concern. I look back at her, dressed in her yellow suit jacket, BLM t-shirt, and black pencil skirt, still colorful, still alive.

The nice thing about burying a monster alive is that you don’t get any blood on your clothes.