![]() ![]() The only way I can face the Havoc Boys by myself is if I steel my nerves first. This is such a stupid, fucking idea, I tell myself as I pace out back of the campus' main building, smoking a cigarette and trying to calm myself down. ![]() I just hope this transaction doesn't leave me broken and bleeding like it did last time. This time, I'm sending them on a mission of my own. The Havoc Boys are more than just bullies they're a full-fledged gang. I drink it anyway and pretend like hearing Cal call me Bernie again doesn't bring back horrible memories. Like a freaking elementary school student. He stands up and stalks out of the room as my hands shake, and I pick the carton of chocolate milk up. He flips the hood on his sleeveless navy sweatshirt up. ![]() “More or less,” Callum purrs in that rough, husky voice of his, reaching up to run his fingers through his golden hair. I’m wearing a line called Naked Heat today, and the color is Scorched, this metallic copper shade that tastes even better because I stole it and I didn’t get caught. Isn't that how this thing is supposed to work?” I narrow my green eyes on him, running my tongue across my lower lip and tasting the waxy texture of my lipstick. ![]() “Get the fuck away from me, and I'll meet you after school in the library. ![]()
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