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“Havoc”

The word slips past my lips before I can stop it, before I can question the decision I just spent a whole suet past the security guards, drug dogs, and h

The whole hallway goes silent Everyone in it turns to facethem down on me, those dirty, rotten HAVOC Boys

Hael, Aaron, Victor, Oscar, and Callum

Each of theether? They own this school and everyone in it

Their leader, Victor, turns around, leaving his open locker behind him, and crosses his inked ar monster, this boy, six foot five with eyes like flint, and a mouth that's a hot slash of menace across the bottoh, he's got a history that's as dark as his violet-tinged black hair

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he says, exhaling laughter along with cigarette sht here in the hallway, but believe it or not, the ads to worry about Well, that, and also: everybody knows you don't ht dirty and spill blood “You're one ballsy bitch”

“Don't call me a bitch,” I say, my voice cold but firm I'm not afraid of the Havoc Boys, not anymore, not especially after they tore my life apart sophomore year I'm over their shit “And meet me after school in the library”

“The library?” Victor asks, scoffing as he glances over at his right-hand man, the very cocky and (unfortunately) very attractive Hael Harbin “Are you for real?” I return his dark stare with one of my own Over the years, my don't-mess-with-this-chick look has been honed into an iron point “Right, okay, whatever, it’s your fucking funeral”

Victor takes off, but Hael lingers behind just long enough to look me over He’s maybe an inch shorter than Victor, with a red fauxhawk that should be douche-y, but soht arertip Ru knife, but nobody knows for sure

“Request recorded, Blackbird,” he says, his voice an easy, overconfident purr, his lips twisted into a shit-eating smirk When he turns around and heads down the overcrowded halls, I shiver and wrap