Make Your Move (Hannaford Prep, #2)

by J. Bree

It's Christmas, we deserve some fucking sprinkles.

Let's just say one of us thinks the movie is a Christmas movie and the other person is wrong.

Breaking the rules already and after he’s just quoted them to me, typical.

Why is he so damned fixated on my sex life?

“Blaise. Avery asked about his black eye and he said he’d been making a move on your girl. No, wait, he said you accused him of moving in on your girl.” He blows out a breath and looks up at the ceiling. I’m getting a fair bit of that out of these guys and I don’t know what the hell it means. I need to ask Avery.

“Oh. So, no girl?” He gives me a sly look. “Not yet.” Huh. That sounded like there was going to be one soon, as if he’s chasing some girl.

I WILL DRIVE BACK THERE IF YOU DON’T ANSWER ME SOON ECLIPSE ANDERSON. Also, what is your middle name? I need to know it because apparently you pull the kind of shit that requires a full name sort of reaction.

Well, no I didn’t because I’m not the crying sort. But I thought about crying which is basically the same.

I text Harley. How is it he can text me back while eating but you can’t? I’m feeling very unloved.

So help me, Mounty, I will set Ash on you.

I elbow him in the ribs but he doesn’t take notice. “I can buy my own underwear, thank you very much.” He shrugs. “You can but after waking me up you’ll be nice and let me do it. It’s one of my true skills in life.”

“Who do you think is stealing your underwear?” I groan. “If I knew, it wouldn’t be happening anymore.

Yep, a fucking wizard. I wonder if he’ll pick out all of my underwear from now on if I ask?

For the love of God, I’m going to have to stab him.

“Yeah, I saw that. I think we’re better off with me punching him than you gutting him.”

“What?! He had his hand around your throat? I’ll gut him,” spits Harley and Blaise smirks at him. “Oh, don’t you worry, the Mounty was going to. Pretty sure he’ll end up with a nasty scar. Really, I saved his life with the beating I gave him.”

“What? He’s twice the size of me and grabbed me from behind like a little bitch. He deserves to lose his intestines.”

Blaise looks up from the floor at us. “Someone is stealing your underwear?” “Her used underwear,” says Ash.

Harley looks at me incredulously. “Are you a magnet for fucked up shit and psychos?” Avery laughs. “Why yes, Arbour, she is.”

Avery squeals and shoves him out of the way. “It’s his phone! He’s thrown it against the wall, it’s not a terrorist attack, for God’s sake!”

No one fucking cares that your dear old daddy is scum. I don’t, Ash and Harley don’t, and, if she were honest, Lips would tell you to tuck your vagina back into your jeans and get over it.”

“What’s your earliest memory, Mounty? No wait, don’t answer that. It’s probably really fucking bad and I’ll feel like a pussy for comparing.”

“I’ll have to give you a private concert then, Mounty. I’ve been working on some songs, tell me what you think.” Be still my fucking heart.

I’ve changed my mind, I want to stab him.

“Fuck today, fuck this school, and fuck every fucking knuckle-scraping, chest-beating, egotistical piece of shit guy in this fucking hellhole!”

Fuck, maybe the dramatics are contagious and Blaise fucking infected me? What a dick.

“Roses? Seriously? He’s as clueless as the rest of the boys trying to court you.” I pause as I pull my booty shorts on. “Who the fuck is trying to court me?” “Exactly,” Avery says, pointing at me. “They’re so clueless you’ve missed their attempts. What would it take for you to even notice a guy?”

Avery said I could tell you but this is too fun to watch 😂😂😂

Blaise opens another beer and points the bottle at me with a slow, dirty smirk. “I’ll beat the disrespectful little fuck for you.” Harley scoffs. “Only if you get to him first.” Avery laughs and leans in to whisper to me, “Better than roses, right?”

No, that’s a lie. Flowers are stupid, but I’d appreciate the effort. Nope, still a lie.

“Fuck, I didn’t mean it like that, Mounty, just… I know nothing about where you come from. I guess Avery does and Harley obviously knows something but I’m trying to figure out how the fuck a sixteen-year-old girl can calmly, casually, offer to end someone’s life. Fuck, it’s not even the killing. It’s the mundane tone, like you’ve killed a bunch of other girls for pissing in your Cheerios.”

“I want something. I can’t have it. I’m not good at not getting what I want. I know you’re going to bitch me out for being a spoiled rich kid but it’s the truth.”

This is the most riddle ass sentence

I shove him toward the couch, mumbling under my breath as I lock the door, “My life is now babysitting drunk, spoiled rich kids.”

Fuck, now I sound like Morrison. Someone get me another fucking drink before I start singing.”

The frown is back and the adorable is only increasing in intensity. I can’t fucking breathe. He mumbles at me, “Where the fuck did you come from?”

If I kill her it won’t be an accident but I nod

I decide that all guys are the devil and I need to stay the fuck away from them.

She was accepting of Harley kissing me and pissed about Blaise. I can’t imagine her reaction to hearing I’ve also had a try of her beloved twin brother. Sweet lord, for a virgin I am managing to get around.

I know for a fact I’m PMS-ing and my nerves are fucking wearing thin so I keep my mouth shut.

“I’ve seen her naked, dripping wet in the shower, in every piece of skimpy lace Ash picked out for her, and all sweaty and panting after a long, hard workout. Oh, I’ve also seen her in yoga poses that would make a monk weep.” I swear I hear all three of them gulp. Huh.

I really, really don’t want to have to flash my nipples to get out of this.

She side-eyes me again and then pets my arm in a way that should have been condescending but instead is affectionate. “I hear drinking the blood of your enemies helps with PMS. I’ll ask Ash to bring us a gallon.”

Whoever it is that Harley is hoping to date, she has done a number on Blaise. I hate her intensely. I keep trying to imagine what she looks like. She must be stunning to have caught both their eyes.

This bitch is so dumb I swear 😂

“The mistake you made was thinking the guys who beat you are the predators.”

I flick the lights off and the black light glows. Lance’s eyes widen and he scrambles to get away from me, falling straight onto his ass as he gapes up at me with horror. The whispers in the Bay precede me and tell a hundred stories in the silence between us.

It's only in the black light that you can see the ink that covers me. The skeletal structure I've had tattooed to my skin, the jaw opening wide etched in my cheeks with vicious teeth. Every inch of my body is covered in the whorls and arches that imitate the pelt. The black light sho...

If she took her knife to him he would have lost more than a single testicle,”

Avery flings a leg over his lap and tells him to rub her feet. He scoffs at her and then, to my absolute shock, he pulls her shoe off and gets to work.

I love Avery, I really do. But right this very second, I would bathe in her blood to take her place.

Blaise gives me his iPod before he leaves with a wink and when I listen to it I realize it’s all his new unreleased songs.

I would puke

Ash tugs it back out and says, “I haven’t seen my father since you had your mysterious little midnight meeting in Haven. How long should I be expecting this separation to continue?”