In most places, high school is a zoo.
But All Saints High? It's a lawless jungle.
All the cool kids wear the same brands.
Have the same hair.
Same shoes.
Same cars.
Same hookups.
Same fucking makeup artists, hair stylist and harem of preppy help.
Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy.
But Daria Followhill? She's the OG.
Girls want to be her.
Guys want to be INSIDE her.
It really doesn't get better than this for Queen Bae, does it?
Until HE shows up, turns her kingdom upside down, and breaks her crown...
HE is not what you think.
SHE is not what you expect.
You're probably thinking in an obvious direction, but let me assure you, this is not where this story is going
Let the (power) games begin...
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Excerpt:
“I don’t want you transferring into my school,” I hiss out. Melody would gladly file a transfer
request, and Principal
Prichard would salivate over the chance to snatch him up for our football team.
“That won’t be a problem. You guys suck so much ass, you have shit-breath.”
“Still smells better than poverty. You’re poor, right? Your sister was just bullshitting about being rich.”
When someone hits me with a stick, I run over them with a tank. I’m so mean to him I want to throw up. I hate this part of being me. The striking harder at all costs part.
“Just to make things clear.” I put the brush down, batting my lashes. “You’re not my step-sibling, foster brother, or a part of the family. You’re a stray dog. Last of the litter, most unlikely to be adopted, and a charity case.”
Penn takes a step toward me, and my heart is fighting its way out of my ribcage. The closer he gets, the more I realize that my heart might succeed. Penn’s eyes remind me of a snake’s. Mesmerizing, but inhuman altogether. They weren’t like that before.
His scent messes with my head. I want to reach out and caress his face. Kiss his wounds better. Beg for forgiveness. Curse him. Push him away. Cry on his shoulder for what we’ve done. For how it ended. For what we became afterwards, because I’m full of crap and he is totally empty.
We ruined ourselves the day of our first kiss.
Penn looks down at me. Time stops. It feels like the world is losing gravity, falling into a bottomless depth in space
when he clasps my chin with his thumb and finger, lifting my head up. I can’t breathe. I’m not sure I want to, either. My towel drops to the floor with a thud, even though I secured it over my chest. I realize that he tugged at it intentionally. I’m naked. My body, my soul, my heart. All my walls are down. Somewhere in my head, a red alarm blasts and my inhibitions are getting armed, ready to fight back. I’m trying to decode his expression. He is amused, irritated, and…playful? The mixture of emotions doesn’t make any sense.
“Mess with me, Followhill, and I will ruin you.”
“Not if I ruin you first.”
