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My family comes from new money. We’re not Bill Gates wealthy but more like Taylor Swift.
Ah yes, not wealthy like the Billionaire. Wealthy like the billionaire. Got it
The girls remain silent, but I see the tiniest wince from Ali.
is this the same trope as the last book
Especially when DJ from Boston made it abundantly clear that I was so bad in bed the first time he didn’t want to ever have sex with me again.
Oh no
“I’m Caleb,”
I really like Caleb
A girl can’t look at you with her mouth open like that without your mind wondering how your cock would fit between her lips. It’s a fact.
Is it???
“I’m not sure. It’s just gossip. A friend of a friend of a friend told me that you were, like, off limits or something.”
The old campus wide dating ban. Haven’t read that trope in a while🚬
you’ve never been to an actual hockey game, you need to come to one with me. There’s nothing quite like seeing big, muscular men beating on each other on the ice.”
Mmmm my fav
“If you’re not the judgmental type, then care to explain why you’re basically calling me a man whore? I’m not the one who’s apparently got at least two men around me at all times.”
🫵Get him🫵
“I need you to make fish tacos tonight.”
DJ you goob
Remember Ryan?”
Never met a Ryan I like
The hockey team is notorious for their ragers, and even more infamous for the drugs supplied at them.
IS ANYONE ELSE CONCERNED
And when we both talk about what a queen Taylor Swift is,
Yes our barely wealthy queen
“Caleb is a gossip,”
YUH
Boston Strangler
Not to be confused with the Scranton Strangler
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore.” Fuck.
At 82% is crazy
If I want to prove to Skylar that I’ve got her back, I’ll figure out how to deal with Wallace before he ruins shit for all of us.
Is no one making the STD connection
Forty minutes later, Olive is at my door with a sleeping bag under her arm, her neon backpack slung over her shoulder, and a McDonald’s bag hanging from her fingers.
Everyone needs an Olive😭
“Whatever, man. I was just trying to talk to them. I don’t need the fucking football team after me for it. Pussy ain’t worth that shit. Especially not hers.”
Execute him
“That’s my room.”
WHAT
I opened up to her like you told me to. I wanted you to be proud of me.”
Oh my god
I simply shake my head and hear someone approach slowly from behind me. Ivy.
My girl Ivy
There are other guys who can replace him.” “None nearly as good as—” “A possible rapist?” I spit.
THANK YOU! Finally someone said it
“Let’s say he gets drafted and signs with a big team. There will be stories about him. Background checks done. He’ll have a report on his file here unless you make that magically disappear too. And what if he decides to make more power plays out there because he thinks he got away with it already? Then it’s not some small-town college news. It’s national. And it’ll link back to the great Coach Pearce who basically told him it was fine to do what he wanted because he knew how to catch a fucking football.”
THANK YOU
They do it because they’re jealous. They do it to get attention. It’s no goddamn different than them claiming they’re pregnant for their 15 minutes of fame.
I hate this coach dude
“Like I always said,” he spits as I walk toward the door. “Wasted talent.”
I hope he goes to prison
“Yes I do. Skylar. Now tell me where the fuck Daniel Bridges is.”
Oooooh never, EVER fuck with a big sisters little sister
For once, the slightly psychotic woman standing in front of me is silent.
I love her for earning this description
My breath catches when Ricky Wallace’s face appears in front of me, jaw clenched and nostrils flaring with anger.
Ugh
My jaw drops. Raine whispers, “I can’t.”
WHAT
