Just Drop Out (Hannaford Prep, #1)

by J. Bree

I think I'm going to go out next week, and I think I may end up in a fight. If I see Avery while I'm drinking, she may not walk out of it alive. You could call in a favor. There are many people that would take care of your problems for you. I could. But I won't.

I’m waiting for him to let my wrist go, and then I’ll make a run for the door. I size Joey up and I know, without a doubt in my mind, that he would have no problem sexually assaulting me. His drug use makes him a bit of a wild card,

I’d never tell him I am a virgin. I won’t hazard a guess about what he’d do if he found out. I decide to just be honest with him, and if he attacks me, I’ll have to take my chances with my knife. “I’m not fucking you.”

I put the scared fifteen-year-old girl into a box, and I let the Wolf take over. The Wolf is calm and patient and can wait for the right moment to go for his throat.

His lips crush into mine, and I can feel his tongue come out and force its way into my mouth. I’ve never been kissed before. It’s disgusting. I might never kiss a guy again, if it’s always like this.

He’s frozen for a second, just staring down at the knife pressed against the hard line of his dick.

It amuses me that Ash and Harley warn me about him. If only they knew who I really was.

“Miss Anderson. My office. Now.” The principal has arrived. Joey looks at me, and the sick pleasure I see in his eyes melts the ice I’ve encased myself in a

little. He thinks he’s untouchable. Maybe. Maybe he just hasn’t found the right opponent yet.

After my self-imposed sabbatical from my classes, I make an important decision: I’m going to unleash the Wolf on these wealthy assholes and show them some real-life consequences for their terrible behavior.

“Don't worry, Mounty, I don't want to fuck you. There's at least three guys in this school who don't want you.”

Himself, Ash and Blaise.

“What a relief. I suppose none of you need the money.” His eyes tighten like he's taken a hit. I open my mouth to ask him why, but he cuts me off. “Not enough to fuck trash, no.”

I tell myself I'm not gutted. But I am.

as she walks away is infuriating, but I give her my best serene face in return. There are things I know better than most about myself and the ways of the world. A night of no sleep won’t kill me. A week without food won’t kill me. Finding my mother's dead body rotting on my kitchen floor won’t kill me. A bullet to the shoulder won’t kill me. The bullying at Hannaford Prep won’t kill me.

“Thank you,” he whispers into my ear, and then he disappears, closing my door quietly behind him and taking his heat and delicious smell with him. I feel gutted.

I didn’t bet on him pushing me through my bedroom door and then kissing me. It’s raw and dark and it’s fucking perfect. He’s not gentle about it at all. He pushes and sucks at my lips,

I moan when his tongue touches mine and take fistfuls of his shirt to pull his body into mine. His hands tangle in my hair and pulls until he’s got the perfect angle to deepen our kiss

and steal my breath away. I feel it all the way down to my toes. This is how my fir...

“I just bought your freedom until our graduation. I’m out the second the diploma touches my hand, so you need to get a plan in place for then. I can help, but I’m letting you know this favor has an expiry date. Until then, you’re…

mine.” It feels strange to say that to him, and I can’t look at him as the words slip from my lips.

I’ve got to stop letting him in my room.

“If you're willing to do that for your enemy, then what you do for your friends must be really special.”

I try not to flinch, because I know if I push her away

now, it will only make things worse for me. She doesn't get the chance to destroy him, though, as the far door leading into the courtyard opens and Rory walks out.

Harley calls out to Rory, and when he turns fearful eyes on them, he signs his own death

warrant. The guilt is written on every fiber of his being. “Where did you get those from, dickhead?” Harley says, gesturing at the scratches. He has always hated Rory, but now his voice is dark and taunting. There is blood in the water and sharks are beginning to circle.

God help me, but I was so in. My hands begin to shake. “I don't want you to speak to them for me. The boys.” “Well, I don't want to speak to them at all, so you're safe there. I promise I won't tell them to

be nice, but if we're friends, then I'm on your side from here out.” I bite my lip. I want this so bad, and the envelope in my hand makes me believe this is legit. I might regret it later, but I nod. “Friends it is, then.”

“Best friends. Now, how do you feel about helping me destroy Rory’s entire existence for what he did...

You can torture and break someone, bend them to only serve you, but there are limits to what a broken person can do. Blackmailing Harley into the family would only succeed in letting a bomb tick in your organization.

“Whatever you've done to get her on your side, I will fucking end you for it. You think my brother is bad? You have no idea what I will do to you next year.” “Why don't you want her to have friends?”

The glare he leveled at me was so dark, a shiver ran up my spine. “She can have friends, just not Mounty trash,” he sneers at me, his eyes icy blue. 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. The ride back to Mounts Bay is over an hour, and I enjoy watching the scenery as it changes from the lush, sprawling,...

Club party next week. Be there. I roll my eyes, as the taxi stops outside the dingy apartment I rented for summer break. It's an absolute hole, but it was cheap and wouldn’t be too much of a drain on my dwindling stash of cash.

Ash is a nightmare, Harley is pouting, and Blaise is pleading with me to seek therapy. I’m going to enjoy taking these boys down a notch or two. I’ll text you tomorrow x I went against my better judgment to trust this girl, but I do not regret it. And I can't wait for school to start back.