Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep, #1)

by Caroline Peckham

We pulled up alongside the huge wooden doors and I tried not to feel intimidated by a building. It was working its hardest to look like a mean bastard though.

where I wore my skin like a shield, he wore his like a weapon.

I’d never realised that I was fated to be the king of toilet paper, but if that was my destiny in life then I’d happily sit up on my Charmin throne and lord it over everyone.

I supposed Monroe kinda counted. He was like a hot Dumbledore you wanted to Slytherin to bed with and suck his Elder wand.

“You can’t compare the three of us, baby. If Blake’s sugar, I’m spice. And Saint is…fucking arsenic.”

He smirked and that expression sent an angry tirade of butterflies swarming through my belly. Better call pest control for those little bastards. Saint leaned in and pressed an icy kiss to my cheek, making my entire body freeze in reaction to it. “Do your makeup,” he breathed then walked away and every butterfly dropped dead just like that.