rs, her face a mask of absolute indifference. She headed straight

hallway, blocking the stairs. They clutched their designer bags to their

nort. "Did you get that skirt at a thrift st

ace. She just dropped her shoulder and drove her weight for

caught her off balance. Her ankle twisted violently in her e

Brooke screamed, c

She pushed open the heavy

f eyes snapped toward her. The air was thick with hostility and

and landed on her desk in the s

h muscles

ick, red marker. The words FRAUD, POOR TRASH, and CHARITY C

d up, resting his dirty sneakers right next to the red ink. He was spin

lly showed up. What's the plan today, Aurora?

the back row erupted int

. These kids were so soft, so incredibly fragile. In The Quarry, a thre

e words away. She just pulled out her chair, unzipped

of reaction infuriated him. He w

closing the distance between them. He slammed h

uston spat, his face turning red. "St

he temperature in her gaze was absolute zero. It was the l

back of his neck. His instincts screamed at him to ba

to let a poor girl scare him. He lunged forward

f the box cutter. With a soft, metallic click, one inch of the razor-sharp blade slid out. She

uld make contact, the c

in, flanked by three massive linemen. The classroom grew

ver, and shoved Juston hard in the chest.

away, muttering

kept her hand in her pocket. She wanted to see what

ands on the wood, trapping her in. A suffocating wave of

eyes dragging over her body in

now things are tough at home. But if you agree to be my... personal che

im snickered, a d

e of pure nausea hit her. She was done playing with the

. She forced her shoulders to shake, pulling her arms tight against he

had broken her. He reached out, hi

d shot into her pocket and pulled out her phone. Her finger

connected

her face and let out a blood

he second floor, room 204!