Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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(Double update - make sure you read the previous chapter)
THIRD POV
Adir pulled open the door, his face displaying the impatience and annoyance he felt at the consistent knocking. He opened his mouth to speak just as he met the face of a familiar dark haired playboy he had hoped to never face again.
"Nope." He muttered, shoving the door shut. Right after, the knocking began again.
"Hey! Open the door!" Sawyer bellowed from the other end, his knuckles rapping impatiently on the door.
Laken appeared beside Adir who simply turned to go sit back on his bed. "Who is it?"
"Fucking Madron."
Laken's face picked up as soon as he heard the name and he moved for the door. "I love fresh meat." Laken swung the door open, ready to get some teasing down but was instead met with a harsh hit against the forehead.
He flinched back, clutching the sore spot. "Ow!"
"Dimwit." Sawyer pushed passed Laken, talking under his breath.
"An apology would be appreciated." Laken shot him a foul look before shutting the door.
"How was I supposed to know you were gonna actually open the door? Also why was your head even there?" He rolled his eyes, looking around the dorm room with his hands stuffed into his uniform pockets.
"What do you want?" Adir simply got to the point, sitting back so his back met the wall and his feet were crossed before him.
"I have something that could help-"
"Nothing you say is helpful or even smart." Laken retaliated, interrupting him.
"Just shut up and listen." Sawyer snapped, unable to hold both boys' loathsome gazes. "I should have said something earlier but I hated you guys and plus I thought it was irrelevant but apparently not.."
"And now you don't hate us?" Adir raised a brow, observing Sawyer's body language carefully.
"Nope still do, but I'm doing this as a one time favour-"
"Why?" Laken shot back making Sawyer clench his hands to keep his patience at the constant cutting in. He rolled his eyes.
"Because I am, just take it before I go."
"Why should we?" Laken narrowed his eyes; sceptical of the older boy.
"I'm this close to retracting my favour, just listen-"
