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.

Because if she’s calling Havoc, then it means she has nothing to lose. It means the butterfly I tried to set free no longer has wings. I can keep her, but she’ll never fly again. Instead, if she wants to rule in this world, she’s going to have to do it crawling on her belly like a snake.

Because I’m jealous. And I’m in love. I’ve always been in love with that girl. Now, without any guilt or regret, she can be mine. I intend to see that through.

Does she know I used to press my palms against the outside of that door, put my ear to the wood and close my eyes, just to hear the sound of her? When she cried, I broke. When she screamed, I shattered.

Because I’m Victor Channing. This is Havoc. We’re OG, and everyone else can get fucked.

“Just to be clear: I’m not upset that Danny Ensbrook is dead. I’m upset that I did it with too many witnesses, and that I put us all at risk. I’d kill the world to save you, Bernadette.”

Because we're beautiful poison together. Perfect toxicity. “You and Hael come back to me. If either of you gets arrested …”

Callum pauses at the front of the room, turning to look at me with eyes the color of melancholy. That's what they are; they're not even blue, not really. Blue doesn't look like that, like a pool of a thousand tears, like crushed dreams and fragmented realities.

And I’m willing to sell my soul to the devil to watch him suffer. That’s how important his pain is to me; I need to see him bleed.

“Better, maybe, but not like me. Nobody will love you the way I do, Bernadette Blackbird.”

Someone like Aaron is dangerous. He's unpredictable, his morals mean too much to him, and he has the potential to crawl inside your soul and ruin you, wreck you from the inside. I let him in once; I let him have all of me. And he threw it away.

“If you call my girl a bitch one more time, I will kill you, and I won't care who sees me do it.”

But people who kill other people are murderers, right? Villains. Only a villain can truly stop another villain. There is no room in this world for heroes; they only get in the way.

“And if that's the case, then remember, there won't just be a king in Havoc; there'll be a queen.”

don't like surprises.” “And I don't like people on my list popping back up in unexpected places,” I growl back at him, shaking with anger. This isn't fair. I called Havoc. This is my time. Mine. Sophomore year was stolen from me; I deserve senior year to go right.

“Don't forget about me when you're on your little date,” I say, hating the way the jealousy pulls me apart on the inside, like my bones are separating from the muscle, making my entire body ache.

“Hell is empty, and all the devils are here,” Oscar murmurs,

I once read a book, some time loop story called Devils’ Day Party, where the main character said, “Lying to other people is insane; lying to yourself is suicidal.”

Did she just…. 🤣 I mean can’t hate the player if your advertising another one of your own books in your own book

“We're not such monsters that we need you to tell us the basic rules of morality. No kids, no dogs. Don't worry: there are other ways to make pigs squeal.”

“Yeah, it’s called love-hate, and I hear the sex is off the charts.”

“I could spend all day worshipping your body, Bern. I want to get to know you all over again, search you until I could map every inch, every tattoo, every scar.”

Right now, I just want him to touch me, press his body to mine, crawl inside my soul.

I keep my eyes closed. Because I want to feel Aaron, not see him. I watched him for years, dated him, lost him, watched him again. I’ve done plenty of looking and I’m sick of it.

Because I don’t deserve Bernadette. None of us do. And yet … there’s not a single one of us that isn’t in love with her. Shame.

God help the next girl who thinks she can look at my man, let alone touch him. Because, even if I’m not ready to admit it aloud to him, that’s what Victor Channing is. Mine.

“I like ruined things. Perfect things make my soul and my teeth ache.”

“If you bow to God, you will find salvation. If you bow to the devil, you will burn.”

too late for that gospel nonsense 👏🏻

“You look at me the same way, you know, with that dichotomous intensity.”

“You glow from the inside out,” Oscar whispers, and then he does something I never expected: he drops his mouth to mine.

SCREAMING! FINALLY 😭🥵🥵🥵🥵 oh it’s on like donkey Kong babyyyyyyy

Jesus fuck, Oscar Montauk is making love to me.

“We just had sex, you half-wit fucker. You’re not going to write me out of my own story.”

“Victor, please repeat after me. I, Victor Channing, am an asshole who in no way deserves Bernadette Blackbird, but who, through some strange fault of the universe, will be marrying her today. I will bleed for her; I will die for her. I agree to marry her.”

“Princess, you already are mine,” Victor murmurs,

“Let’s go, wife,” Vic says, flashing me those white teeth of his as he grins big. “I haven’t fucked you near enough to satisfy my inner demons.”