Boys of Brayshaw High (Brayshaw High 1)

Three pairs of eyes narrow in thought and they look between each other.

“Weak links are holes in your armor. Back off and leave me be, nothing for you to worry about if you do, but if you insist on pretending we like each other, then let me handle this. I’m not weak. Don’t make it seem like I am to feed your own egos.” I shrug. “It’ll only backfire.”

“She’s right,” Captain agrees, and Royce swings a glare his way.

Maddoc, however, keeps his eyes on me.

He says nothing and goes to leave, a cussing Royce and silent Captain behind him.

Good.

This bitch needs to see ... I can handle anything she’s got with a grin.

She’s not used to girls like me.

She’ll learn.

I quickly dress in some PE clothes, throw my hair up and leave the school.

When I get to the house, I’ve got it all planned on what to say to Maybell, but as I hit the steps, she opens the screen for me, a small smile on her lips.

“School nurse called, said you were headed home.” She grasps my shoulders and helps me inside. “I warmed you some soup, it’s only from a can, but it’ll do. Go on and get changed, it’ll be on the table for ya.”

I nod, and head for my room to put on some sweats and a T-shirt.

Thanks, boys.“Where is she?” Royce hums.

“Maybe she chickened out, took off,” Captain says.

“What, like back where she came from?” Royce shakes his head. “Maybell would have told us.”

Captain shrugs.

“No.” I keep my eyes locked on the door. “She’s coming.”

“How can you be so sure? The rest of the girls already took off.”

“Because she’s convinced she’s got pride. She couldn’t walk away after yesterday if she wanted to.”

Right then, the door opens and out she steps.

Royce laughs, smacking the back of the seat. “Hell yeah.”

Captain grins and looks to me, but I keep my eyes locked on the lioness who has yet to spot us.

She lifts her backpack onto one shoulder and bends to tie the laces of her black combat boots, and when she stands, my dick thinks about going with her, ‘cause fuck. Me.

Those boots make her little legs appear longer, her strong, thick thighs testing the stretch of her cut off shorts, small enough to show her ass cheeks if she bends the wrong way.

She’s wearing a white hoodie with bleeding roses in the center. The neck has been cut out so it hangs off the shoulder, showing the straps of her black bra, long, dark hair hanging down her back, silky straight and shining, a deep, dark blue now taking over the tips.

She looks like a project princess.

“She fuckin’ spun that shit good, brothers. Damn.” Royce grins then rolls his window down. “Get your ass in, Raven Carver.”

She freezes and swings her head our way, scowling as she does.

A laugh bubbles out of her and she shakes her head. “Yeah, I’m not riding with you.”

“Yeah, you are.”

“No way in hell, that’s all I need.”

“Get in or we throw you in.”

She flips us off and heads across the yard, so we roll beside her, stopping when she does.

At the fucking dude’s house.

She leans against the porch, pretending we’re not watching and Royce drops back against his seat.

“The fuck’s she doin’?”

Me and Cap say nothing, but watch as Bass fucking Bishop strolls out, looking like the other part to her duo, black, slick-backed hair, piercings, and shit.

He hops off the porch and they start walking, completely fucking ignoring the fact that we’re trailing her ass.

Fuck this.

I hit the brakes. “Go get her.”

With a laugh, Royce jumps and runs for her, tossing her over his shoulder as he salutes the fucker beside her.

She growls and runs that mouth of hers, but drops against the seat when he tosses her in.

We’re silent on the short drive and then I’m whipping in the school parking lot, my tires screeching to a halt in the first open spot.

She jumps out, flipping us all off, and instead of going into the building she turns and heads back the fucking way we came, where that fucker is still walking.

I slam my door shut and Captain laughs.

“You all right there, brother?”

I ignore him and together we head for the entrance.

“Think she’s fucking Bishop?”

Royce gives me a side eye and Captain raises a brow.

“Would it bother you if she was?”

When I don’t respond, they laugh and shove me forward through the door.

Fuck her and fuck him too.

If I wanted her, I could have her.

I’d bet on that.Bass says nothing about the boys’ little show, so neither do I. Once we get to the school, the bell rings, but neither of us are in a hurry to learn.

“You sure you don’t want to back out on tonight after yesterday? It’s cool if—”

“I’m fine.”

He grins and I roll my eyes.