Anarchy at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys, #4)

by C.M. Stunich

He knows me so well, everything about me, really. He knows the darkest recesses of my heart, but he also knows that deep down, on the very inside, there is something about me that still wants to believe. Believe the world is good. Believe that love prevails. Believe that there is justice.

We know how to create distractions here at Prescott High, right? Cops? What cops?

I won’t let these people make me feel like shit, not anymore. As Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “no one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” Well, guess what? I don’t consent to this shit, not anymore.

We’re all about heartbreak and unhappy beginnings here in Prescott. I’m just hoping that whatever dark goddess is in charge of my life takes pity on me and gives me a happy ending.