Page 8 of Boys of Brayshaw High (Brayshaw High 1)

“Not my style.” I keep my eyes steady. “If I want it, I take it. If I want it ... consider it mine.”

Somehow, his frown seems to intensify as he crowds my space more, his giant ass body dwarfing mine. “This is our school, Snow. Our town. You’ll pay for the little stunt you pulled with Royce’s ride. And you’ll learn. Around here?” One strong brow jacks up. “We make the rules and you follow ... like a good little girl,” he whispers all dirty like.

It’s sexy, I’ll give him that but he’s patronizing me, the shithead. Even still as he pointedly drops an impassive gaze to my chest, my tight black tank doing nothing to hide the rack my mother cursed me with.

I remember she was so proud when I finally “grew a pair,” said no man could resist a build like mine. Sick bitch.

‘Course they became a problem when her men suddenly wanted her daughter more.

The vein in his jaw ticks and I snap back.

“I hear you, big man,” I whisper and his porcelain eyes glide back to mine in slow motion. “You’re strong, I’m weak. You’re the king, and I’m the peasant. Anything else?”

His muscles flex against me, his pupils dilating, and silly me, it’s enticing.

I almost want to push him further.

“Yo, Maddoc,” his handsy friend calls. “Perkins is on his way.”

“Maddoc” as he was called, purposely waits until the principal steps around the corner before moving back.

Mr. Perkins looks from me to the guys and rushes my way.

“Ms. Carver,” he draws out. “Everything all right?”

“Everything is grand.” I give a big, bogus smile.

He doesn’t believe me but accepts the lie and turns to the trio.

“Boys,” he spits. “Why don’t you ... go get yourselves some food. I’ll make sure Raven here finds what she needs.”

There’s a bit of a stare-off happening between the four, but it’s the big man who speaks up first. “Why don’t you kiss my ass and go back to your office where you belong?”

My eyes widen and I fight a grin, but these boys aren’t smiling.

It’s clear, they don’t respect the man.

“I need to speak with my new student,” he growls their way.

With cocky smirks in place, they back away with heads held high, letting him and everyone else around know who’s in charge.

I’m guessing they’re all already aware, but regularity and all that.

With a swallow, the principal turns back to me. “I may have neglected to mention the trouble here.”

“I can handle it.”

“But you shouldn’t have to.” He steps closer, a glaze I’m far too familiar with lighting up his eyes. Some call it compassion, I call it manipulation. He wants me to think he’s a caring, open door for me to seek out should I need a helping hand. A perception confirmed when he speaks again. “If you need anything, anything at all, or if they bother you ... just let me know.”

Yeah, I bet you’d be all too willing to meet my every need.

I don’t bother hiding my eye roll or disgust as I step around, completely ignoring his fake fretfulness. I head for the doors leading outside, but before I can step through, my eyes catch a pair of olive ones openly studying me in the wings.

He holds my gaze, his full of a burning curiosity that only breaks when someone yanks the door open from the other side.

I don’t look back, finally making my exit into the crisp air.

I run through what just happened, knowing one thing for sure. The principal’s a sleaze. His words were simple, but his eyes were gelled with want.

I’m not surprised, most males in a power position are. I swear, there’s no such thing as an honest, flat out ‘good’ man.

So quickly roped in by desire, they’re willing to throw all morals out the window, and in the end, take what they want. I, for one, won’t roll over.

And as far as these boys go, if they think I’m at their disposal, they’ve got another thing coming.Raven, that’s her name.

Ripped jeans and a tank that wouldn’t fit my bicep, her figure’s on full display. A full grip of tits, a nice fat ass, naturally earned, and hair that about teases the curve of her hips. It’s as black as her name, a deep dark raven in color.

Her skin’s a pale, milky white, lips a deep pink but free of fake color. And with eyes a stormy grey, she’s more than a fucking wet dream – she’s a porn star come to life.

She’s like a real-life Snow White, only better. More hair to pull on.

Fucking trouble.

Like we know everything that happens around here, we knew she was coming, but I sure as fuck didn’t expect a temptress in Timberlands.

I look to the side finding both Royce and Captain staring after her, and it’s confirmed. She’ll be a problem.