![]() ![]() He means there is no Kat Parker, the girl he’s panted after since junior high. “There are no chicks in homeschool,” Frosty explains. Shut your stupid mouth hole.” Frosty punches Bronx in the shoulder. “I want out of this hellhole sooner rather than later.” “Say the word and I will get us signed up for homeschool.” Bronx moves in beside me. Add in the fresh bruises we sport every morning, proof of the violent lives we lead, and you’ve got a recipe for badass. ![]() Lucas and Collins wear house arrest anklets. We are tattooed and pierced and loaded with muscles that aren’t just for appearances-they are weapons. We are considered the troublemakers of Asher High, with good reason. I’m surrounded by seven of my closest friends. I pull the brim of my baseball cap low over my eyes and lean against the bank of lockers behind me. Cole has a lot of ex-girlfriends, jokingly called his harem. ![]()
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