Trouble at Brayshaw High by #MeaganBrandy [Blog Tour]

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝

“You don’t belong.”

No words whispered in anger have ever rung more true.

They’re the Kings of Brayshaw with the world at their feet, destined for greatness and in need of control.

I’m the girl from the ghetto with nothing to offer and as defiant as they come.

They say it doesn’t matter, that I’m one of them now, and nothing could ever change that. Not even me, should I dare try.

But they’re wrong.

They underestimate how far I’ll go to protect them.

Trouble is coming…and they have no idea

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Excerpt

“Hello, Raven.”

Unease washes over me, but I force my eyes back to the court, and sure as shit, amongst the crazy, Maddoc and Captain both spotted the piece of shit move my way.

“What do you want, Perkins?”

“I got a very interesting transfer slip on my desk this morning, Ms. Carver.”

I freeze, and I’m pretty sure my eyes widen, because Maddoc’s frown deepens, but he takes off, the ball now in his possession and I shift to see him better.

In the same second, Perkins lays his hand on my arm, and I spin, yanking away from him.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” I spit through clenched teeth and a mocking laugh leaves him.

The crowd groans and when my eyes flash back to the court, Maddoc’s hands are swiping down his face in frustration, the ball now with the opposing team as the final buzzer sounds.

“Thanks for all your help, Ms. Carver.”

“Don’t get it twisted. I’d never do a damn thing to purposely help you.”

He steps down, turning back to face me as he does. “You have a good night.

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