Page 79 of Mayhem At Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 3)
“Why don’t you text me when you’re on your way, and we can pick things up there?” I nod a second time and slip out the door before Constantine pisses me off and I lose my temper. I can feel the suspicion rolling off of him; he wants to peg me with something, anything.
“Real quick,” Sara Young calls out, popping out the door and causing me to turn around, nice and slow, like I’m afraid of being seen with her. She seems fairly sympathetic to my position and stays where she is, near the door of the office. “Do you know a girl named Ivy Hightower?”
Shit, fuck, damn.
“Yeah, why?” I ask, waiting for her to drop the bomb on me.
“Because she hasn’t been seen in a while, and her family is extremely worried.”
“She was dating Danny Ensbrook,” I say, feeling my chest get hollow. Anxiety pours into me, but I fight the physical tells with every ounce of strength I have. “Maybe they got knocked-up and ran off together? Happens all the time.” I turn away before Sara can probe any further, but I can see from her face that this is the response she expected, but one she isn’t buying.
Likely, she’s heard from Danny’s brothers that running off would be out of character for him, that something bad probably happened, that Havoc is very much responsible.
Fuck.
The walls feel like they’re closing in, but I walk it off, down the hall, right back to Mr. Darkwood’s class. I ignore Kali Rose completely this time. After all, she isn’t worth anymore of my energy. I’m just fucking done with her, to be honest.
I slide into my seat and put my pen to the paper.A careful dance of dangerous boys,
A choreography where each missed step could break a heart,
A single girl with a soul as black as pitch,
With newfound dreams as big as the Milky Way.
Watchful eyes and grasping claws,
A war that can only end in blood,
Sex and violence, love and grief,
A list, a jackpot, a twisted test of romance.“Another poem about me I assume?” Kali quips as I walk by at the end of class in my pink leather Havoc jacket. I blink in surprise as I turn to look at her with a frown on my face. For so long, I’ve been furious with her, but … she knows what she did to me. I know what she did to me. And she’s going to pay for that; the Havoc Boys will make sure of that. She means nothing to me now.
“Believe it or not,” I whisper after I put my poem on Mr. Darkwood’s desk, and then turn to lean over Kali’s. I can see she hasn’t written a fucking thing on her own page. “You don’t factor much into what I do. I have everything you ever wanted: the respect of this school, a body you could only dream of, and the love of Havoc.” I move in even closer and put my pink-painted lips up against Kali’s ear. “So get fucked, bitch. I am done with your ass.”
I stand up and head for the door as she starts to shriek behind me.
But I’m not listening. I don’t care. I got to fuck Vic and Aaron at the same time, and it was glorious.
“At the same time,” I say to Principal Vaughn when I come out of the classroom, lighting up a cigarette and laughing at the confused expression on his face. Once upon a time, I was almost afraid of him. Of Kali. Of the world. Not anymore. “Next time: all of them. Every single one!” I hold my cigarette up as I howl, and half the hallway joins in.
Vic better be working on that motherfucking crown because I am here for that shit.
Besides, I might be a shitty poet, but I’m a damn good queen.Every year, Prescott High holds an absolutely hilarious dance that the administrators have the audacity to call the winter formal. There are a couple of reasons that the name—and the concept—are so damn funny.
First: there isn’t a student at Prescott High that isn’t dirt poor. I’m talking, you’re lucky if your mom works part-time at the convenience store for minimum wage type poor. The idea of a formal dance of any kind is stupid as shit since none of us can afford the clothes needed to fit the theme.
Second: we don’t even have the budget some years for prom. Or homecoming. The only homecoming I’ve ever been around for at Prescott is the one that I didn’t go to. The one that Kali wore my dress to. The night that I fucked Aaron even though I shouldn’t have.
Third: this is South Prescott. You think anyone wants to go to a party run by the administrators? Are you fucking kidding me? We throw our own motherfucking parties.
