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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PORTLAND WAS A beautiful city, especially at night. The streets were alive with people walking up and down, families laughing, couples walking hand in hand and city workers in suits finally finishing after a long day and heading back to their homes. The warm glow of house and street lamps flooded onto the streets, lighting the roads and pathways.
It was so peaceful outside. A stark contrast to the shit show happening inside Chase's car.
"Shit, five minutes! Hurry the fuck up grandma!" I exclaim as my eyes flick between the shitty mirror of the fold down sun visor and the time. I quickly apply a coat of nude pink lipstick to my lips, careful not to move the stick from my mouth as Chase's changes the gears and the car shakes.
"Fuck, Jones, I'm going 70 in a 45, how much faster do you want!?" Chase shouts back, keeping his eyes focused on the road. I groan heavily as I pull the lipstick away and screw the lid back on.
"If you could get us there before the boat leaves that would be great, thanks." I remark sarcastically as I slip the lipstick back into small bag that was resting on my lap.
Chase groans but nonetheless puts a little bit more pressure on the accelerator, "You're going to get me fucking arrested."
"That's what I'm here for." I grin at him as I lean over and place a large kiss on his cheek, living my print of lipstick behind. I giggle as I lean back in my seat, watching as Chase chuckles and try to wipe the lipstick off the the back of his hand.
We had left Caldwell way behind schedule this afternoon after Headmaster Sullivan stopped us from leaving the school campus. He literally chased us down in the parking lot and I'm not going to lie, I threw my bag at him and sprinted to Chase's car. But the headmaster must've been a fucking a track star when he was younger because he caught me before I could reach for the door handle.
Apparently, some little snitch spread the news about the teeny-tiny fight between Lea and I before Christmas break. I had no clue who it was but I sure as hell was going to find out. As the contract I had signed when entering Caldwell Academy and my court sentence had stated, I can take no part in any fight whatsoever—which is a lost cause in my opinion because I argue with literally everyone and that's considered fighting too.
However, after a bit of grovelling and the promise that I would serve lunch for the following week—Chase's dumbass idea not mine—he finally let us leave with the condition that we would be back by ten. That's twenty-two-hundred. I honestly thought he was joking but only learnt that he was not after laughing incredibly loudly in his face.
Chase's black mustang screeches into the Cassidy Marina parking lot with two minutes to spare. He quickly pulls into an empty parking space squished between a Mercedes and a Lamborghini. His vintage vehicle looked extremely out of place but it was very cute.
We both scramble from our seats with Chase running around the hood to meet me on my side.
"How do I look?" I question hastily as I flatten the skirt of my black dress down. I had dressed according to the printed dress code on the invitation: a black dress and strappy gold heels. The black dress was a chiffon material with the shoulders cut out, bordered with ruffles and the back open. It was decorated with ruffles and tiny black polkadots.
