Just Drop Out (Hannaford Prep, #1)

by J. Bree

I’m the Wolf of Mounts Bay, and I can survive anything.

Lord save me, because I may die from the very presence of this guy.

The positive of sitting next to Harley is that he doesn't speak at all during classes. He just sits and soaks in information, like the hottest sponge you've ever laid eyes on.

He snaps forward in his chair and grabs my tie to yank me forward. Our faces are so close together, I can feel his breath on my lips, and I fight the urge to lick them. Or lick his lips. God, I need some serious therapy. I wonder if my scholarship covers that.

Picking an outfit for a party I don’t want to go to with rich kids I hate to be around is its own special form of torture.

I should have ignored the sounds coming from the tiny back parking lot. I knew what I was hearing, I’d heard it a million times before, but curiosity killed the cat and it may someday kill me too.

“Who did that to you?”