Just Drop Out (Hannaford Prep, #1)

by J. Bree

I am Mounty trash to them. I need to get over my little crushes. They will never want someone like me, and the sooner I accept that, the better.

We were both born into cages. Mine was poverty, drugs, the threat of gangs and violence. Her’s is a gilded cage, but the bars work just the same. She's trapped by her blood and her name.

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.

My truth is I’m an inexperienced, blushing idiot with responsibilities no student at Hannaford would ever understand.

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

You can torture and break someone, bend them to only serve you, but there are limits to what a broken person can do.