after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious.
and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male d...
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NO MATTER HOW many times I tried, I just couldn't get the damn nose contour right. Even in art I manage to fuck up the facial make up aspect. I erase the portion of the drawing, redraw it, erase, redraw and so on. It was remarkable that the thin sheet hadn't ripped yet from all the friction.
I had retreated to the near empty library during my Good Behaviours class. After winter break, literally no one attends that class anymore. The other day when I actually did go, it was me and four other people. Two of which were my gang friends surprisingly.
"Hayden."
I hear the sharp, quick whisper and I glance up, my eyes darting over the few people who were quietly sitting at their tables studying. I shake it off and go back to sketching in my sketch book.
"Hayden."
There it was again This time I drop my pencil and turn around to the rows of shelves behind me. I squint my eyes briefly before standing up and walking towards where the sound was coming from. Bad fucking idea, have you watched literally any horror movie. Any? I shut my snarky subconscious up and continuing walking down the row while running my fingers over the spines of the books as I move.
I make my way all the way to the back of the library before I finally give up. I turn around to walk back to my seat when arms wrap around my waist and I pushed up against an aisle full of encyclopaedias.
"Boo." Chase grins down at me as I roll my eyes with a heavy sigh
"Aaah, I'm absolutely terrified." I retort sarcastically and reach up, snaking my arms around his shoulders. Chase chuckles deeply before swooping down for a kiss. I react instantly, like all the times before. I don't think I'll ever get over the spark that passes between our lips every time they touch.
I arch my back up into him as I feel Chase's large hands slip from the curve of my waist, down my hips and begin to curl under the hem of my skirt. I break the kiss as his fingers brush the material of my underwear. He sighs and drops his hands instantly.
"We can't do this, Everett." I growl him with a small, delighted smile on my face. I'll never know why kissing Chase always makes me so unbearably happy. "Not here."
"Why? There's no one around." Chase replies as a very sexy smirk stretches across his lips as he pulls me into him by my waist.
I sigh and peck his lips quickly, "We're in public, there's always people around."
"Fuck them." Chase goes in for another kiss but pauses with a small frown, "Wait—shit—not fuck—don't fuck them—fuck me—but not them."
"Idiot." I giggle up at him, "But if we, if what ever this is between us, gets exposed we could be split up. And then you'd really miss me."
"Baby, I miss you when you're not near me." Chase whispers softly to me as my heart flutters in my chest at the extremely cliche and cringe-worthy words. But they come from Chase's gorgeous lips so it's okay.
