Hannaford Prep: The Complete Series

by J. Bree

The list? Was that metaphorical, or did that psycho Avery actually organize her reign of terror that methodically?

Again, I adore this girl so fiercely I wish I were a lesbian and I could lock this shit down.

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

“I hear drinking the blood of your enemies helps with PMS. I’ll ask Ash to bring us a gallon.”

“This is not fucking temporary. Not for me, not for Ash or Harley, and not for you. I know we have a hell of a lot to make up for, but I’m going to do whatever it takes to do that.

I wonder if these boys even know how to pronounce the word sorry, if it’s ever passed their lips.

Harley scoffs and whispers in my ear, “Stop looking at her like you want to fuck her; you’ll give us all a complex.” I quirk an eyebrow at him. “If we both swung that way, we’d be fucking married by now. I would have wifed her ass last year.”

I lean into him and whisper, “Do you want me to take her out?” Harley smirks back. “Stop flirting with me, Mounty.”

“We’ve discussed this. It’s a Battle Royale for my affections. Lips is in the lead; massively, you should really start focusing on me more.

I make dinner and ignore them both, because I’m smart enough to know that you shouldn’t involve yourself in a fight between twins.

How many times do I have to tell you, I’m on your side. I trust that you wouldn’t be going and killing a decent person. Honestly, I don’t think I would care even if he were decent. If he’s in your way, take him out. Our family first; fuck everyone else,”

“Are you serious right now?” I croak. “Yes, I’m serious, that is my dick. I appreciate the awed tones though, Mounty,” he drawls out, all fucking smug and I can’t. I just fucking can’t. “No, I mean, do you seriously have the words ‘you’re welcome’ tattooed above your dick? I changed my mind, I’m not doing this.”

the exact way that Harley watched me during our sophomore year, back when I was oblivious to what it meant. God, I was so fucking blind.

“I’m so glad to know that having sex hasn’t stopped you from blushing like an eighteenth-century contessa on her wedding night.”

“What’s he done? I can lightly stab him. Nothing permanent but enough to ruin his day.”

We’re firmly a stab-first family going forward.

Avery declares she needs me to herself on Sunday, and the guys all disappear to beat each other up or drink themselves to death or something. I didn’t pay enough attention to the details, clearly.

Brothers can be deranged serial killers, you know.”