Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 108656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Smiling to herself, she basked in the peace that she knew wouldn’t last.
Chapter Two
It’s just a party
Glaring, Drake watched Prudence drive off with her idiot of a friend. It wasn’t like she had hurt him. It would take a lot more than a shove to even affect him. No, what pissed him off was Prudence thinking she could get away with it. She thought she was better than him. He saw it in her eyes, and had to witness it from the moment she turned up in town. Her parents were always around her. Coming to the school because he’d made her bleed, taking care of her. She was weak, pathetic. No one should need their parents to fight their battles.
If he really wanted to, all he would have to do is give his parents their names, and Prudence wouldn’t have such a comfy life. The right words at the bank would squeeze them dry. His parents knew how to make problems go away, but for some reason, he never did tell them about her.
“What’s got you looking pissed?” Marco asked, taking a bite out of his apple as he approached.
With him were Nick and Carl, his lifelong friends. Part of him believed they were only his friends because they were afraid of him. He didn’t blame them. They knew what he and his family were capable of.
In his world, he got whatever he wanted because money spoke volumes, and with so many people beneath them, they could do whatever they wanted. He’d seen his father do this all of his life. All you had to do was have the balls to see it all through.
“Man, you’re staring at Prudence again. What did the slut do?” Carl asked.
They knew about his hatred for the girl who had come to Mountain Peak Valley. She wasn’t afraid, flashing those green eyes at him. She always saved her glares for him the most, and it pissed him off.
What also pissed him off was Sean’s determination to stay friends with her. No matter what he did to the prick, Sean was always there, sniffing around her, helping her out. One day, Prudence wouldn’t have anyone to turn to.
He walked toward his car, ignoring his friends as they demanded to know what was going on. He wasn’t in the mood to tell them. They would only come up with lame excuses that he really didn’t need to hear. After climbing into his car, he turned the engine over and his friends quickly jumped into the car. One by one, they didn’t say a word as he drove out of the school grounds. He ignored the chicks begging for his attention as he drove by. They were all the same. Most of them loved to be tag-teamed by him and his buddies.
Prudence wasn’t one of them, though.
She didn’t come squealing to him for attention like her latest friend, Ree. Her blonde friend was constantly trying to get his attention and it irritated him.
Pulling up across the street from Prudence’s house, he watched as Sean climbed out of the car, heading to the trunk.
Prudence was laughing at something he said, tucking her long hair behind her ear. He hated to see her so happy. From the moment she arrived in his life over ten years ago, he couldn’t stand her with her sweet smile and calm attitude. Lately, though, nothing he did got a rise out of her. He loved it when she hit back at him.
Sean slammed the trunk closed and Prudence took his bag from him. He didn’t like how close the two of them were.
“I hate to break it to you, Drake, but you’re coming off as a little stalkery right now, and not even with a chick who will bang you. No offense, but I wouldn’t spend all this time with Prudence Stewart. She’s a first-class bitch and she hates your guts,” Marco said.
Drake ignored his friends and simply watched her. He didn’t even know what it was about her. He loved to see her hurting. To watch her eyes fill with tears, but it would only ever last a split second before the girl with a spine was back.
Since they were kids, Prudence never took any of his shit. Even at school, she would hit back harder. Slap him, kick him, yell, scream, and cuss. Teachers were fucking useless since they never listened to her. He was Drake Connor. His father and mother weren’t the kind of people you wanted against you. They helped to fund the schools, to bring more positive focus to the academia as well as their football team. Being rich in a small town had its benefits, and well, Drake was used to enjoying every single one of them. Including having teachers look the other way. He glared at the girl who refused to back down, who refused to be afraid.