Stuck With The Four Hotties

d my dignity—

beautiful, I think as I meet a narrowed silver gaze and catch the faintest edges of a smirk. Tristan Vanderbilt thinks he’s beaten me; the

the pretty red one I wore just for Zayd. He made me believe he cared about me. Flicking my eyes in his direction, I can see quite

ttention slide to the last of the three guys. My three biggest mistakes; my three greatest betrayals. Creed is fr

in a salty breeze. In the distance, I can hear the sea. It crashes agains

ose as he was that first day when he insulted me and then laid out the challenge: how long do you think you’ll last? Well. It’s the final day

hair through them, giving the short rose gold locks a light tug. Red paint smears acr

nks he’s the master of this school, a veritable god. The other boys think of themselves like that, too. I’d like to be a fl

ship, and it won’t buy them love.

shole that started it all. From day one, he went out of his way to make my life a livin

y. He’s like a predator who’s too cute to be afraid of. I made the mistake of letting him get too close,

ing the final nail in my coffin. He’s chosen her over me. He’s chosen her and her cruelty and her m

om my hair, he touches one with his knuckles, bringing it to his lips for a lick. It’s a derisive, awful mov

the entire courtyard goes silent. Nobody is expectin

in fire. With their cruelty and their jokes and their laughter, they’ve forged me in

ion though. I know that now, and I won’t make that same mistake again. “I’ll make your life a living hell.” “You can try,” I retort, reaching into my pocket and pulling out my registration form. I’ll be

gage. Not me. Straightening up, I lift my chin in defiance and Tristan scowls. “Is that my life outside of these walls was already a living hell.

ut he puts his hand around my arm and holds me back. Glancing down, I stare at his fingers presse

d,” he purrs, and

torn uniform, I keep my chin

driven away from the best opportunity in

sets of eyes on my back, w

ke sure I stay