Just Drop Out (Hannaford Prep, #1)

by J. Bree

my mom had a conversation with the moon one night and decided to dedicate her unborn child's name to it.

When are you free this week for a quick fuck?” I see red, and then my vision whites out, and then I think I'm having a full rage blackout. I'm a little concerned that when I come to, this dickhead will be dead. I hear his laugh and then, without meaning to, my hand shoots out and jabs him in the throat. The noise he makes is magnificent, and he sprawls back into the lockers like I've shot him. Sometimes my survival instincts are a goddamned blessing.

Oh, the ways I would break this boy if I didn't desperately need my scholarship.

I just don't find naked photos all that great without consent.

I want to punch him. In the dick.

I consider slamming her pretty face into the table, but then I rein myself in.

the fifteen-year-old me, standing here covered in blood with a fist full of some rich bitch’s hair—she is hollow. She is carved out until there is nothing but cold, dead calm. She is the Wolf.

he looks at me like he’s never seen me before. He looks at me like he’s let a monster into his school. He has.

I’d rather die here than go back to Mounts Bay and become what's waiting for me there.”

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

“I don't have friends either. I want one, and I want one as fierce as you.”