Coerced

One Girl. Two Halves.

When moving halfway across the country, Mallory Sandwell discovers that her seemingly basic life with her divorced mother could be more problematic than she thought.

Although, when she begins her senior year at North Hall High, she notices that some of the students around her seem to know more than they let on.

She is more interested, however, in the two brothers that she feels watch her from afar.

But surely it's just all in her head, right?

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Excerpt:

He sat down carelessly, so much so that I was pretty sure I heard the plastic of the chair crack. There can't have been much holding up his angsty ass.

And that's exactly the word I could find to describe him. It practically emanated from him. Angst. Like 2010 Punk Emo wannabe with an awful haircut and bangs kind of angst. Except without the awful haircut and bangs because quite frankly, his hair was gorgeous. It was so poofy I just wanted to touch it. It was short at the sides and faded just below his ears, but there were gorgeous dark brown curls accompanying the poofyness. I definitely just made up that word. I've also gotten distracted.

He swivelled his head to point a glare at me, while I was still staring straight at his hair. His jade coloured eyes looked straight into mine, which i'm certain were giving him a bewildered look to match that of a terrified meerkat.

He narrowed his eyes at me briefly, then turned his attention back to his hands resting on the desk and hung his head low.

"Stop staring at me." His voice was so deep and rough that it felt like a tyre was being rolled over my nervous system and sending every kind of shiver possible down my spine.

"Heard of manners?" I asked in a sweet voice, although my face probably opposed it with a very unimpressed look.

"Yeah. Now piss off." He didn't even look at me.

"Nice to meet you too." I flashed him a big smile and then ignored him for the rest of the class.