Angelview Academy: The Complete Trilogy

by E.M. Snow

Something in me snaps. The pressure that’s been building up all day becomes too much, and I lose it. I leap to my feet and whirl on her, red spots blurring my vision. “You got a problem with me, Laurel?” I bark. “Why don’t grow a pair and say whatever you want to say to my face instead of sicing your collagen stuffed airheads on me?”

Hate and love are two sides of the same coin.

After a year of absolute shit, it kind of feels like things might be looking up for me at last. That should’ve been my first clue that shit was about to hit the fan.

Slowly, I turn and meet Saint’s blue gaze. I can’t believe the balls on him. The fucking nerve to approach me now, after what he just did to me. I don’t think. Instinct takes over completely as my feet swallow the distance between us and I bring my hand back. The sound of the slap is like a thunderclap and everyone around us, everyone who’s leaving the assembly, goes silent. Saint’s head jerks to the side with the force of my hit, and he looks momentarily stunned. “Let me—” he starts after several beats, but I slap him again, this time harder. Fuck letting him do anything. Saint and I are done. “If you come near me again, I’ll kill you. I will end you,” I scream, uncaring of the crowd gathering around us. “I mean that, Saint. I will kill you, so you and your psycho bitch just stay the fuck away from me until I—” The breath I draw in burns my lungs, but I manage to stand upright and finish, “until I leave.” Before he can gather his wits and respond, I turn and storm away to my dorm. He doesn’t follow.

I thought we were past all this, but Liam was right about him all along. He found what made me bleed, then slit my throat to drain it from me.

The irony isn’t lost on me that the person who claims to hate me is the one constantly showing up to save my ass, and the one person who’s supposed to be wired to love me can’t be bothered.

You’re Mallory-Fucking-Ellis, slayer of dong and owner of bitches.”

“You know, I’m really sick of being accused of every bad thing that happens at this school,” I confess. “Either expel me and get it over with so I can call my lawyer or let me get back to class. I’m done.”