Just Drop Out (Hannaford Prep, #1)

by J. Bree

And in that moment, I don't care if I am signing up for another year of hell. I give him my own dark glare. “Fuck you.” I pull my arm out of his grip, and I give Avery a quick hug before I drop into the taxi. Ash glares at me as Avery waves cheerfully, and then the taxi takes off down the driveway and out of the huge, ornate school gates. My grin is plastered to my face. I survived Hannaford, and I made a friend.