Make My Move (Hannaford Prep #5) - J. Bree Page 0,63

the pent-up rage without aiming for the face, but he doesn’t show up.

It’s not until Avery summons us to her room for dinner that we find him, freshly showered with busted-up knuckles, and I figure out where the fuck he’s been.

“Yes, all three of you need to sit your asses down and explain to me what the hell is going on. Eight seniors have dropped out, three are hospitalized, and the rest are running away screaming from us all in the halls,” Avery snaps the second she sees us eyeing off the damage.

I glance around, but Lips is nowhere to be seen.

“She’s at tutoring with the Mounty dickhead,” Ash mumbles, but he’s sitting at the table with a bourbon and zero fucks about any of what Avery has just thrown at us.

Clearly he’s already heard half of it.

“Don’t worry about it, Floss. We’re dealing with it.”

Her eyes narrow at me but Morrison stalks forward and grabs us both beers, slumping into the chair next to Ash and sliding a beer across the table to me as I take a seat with them.

None of us say a word.

It doesn’t take Avery long to lose her shit at us in the most Beaumont way. Her eyes narrow, her lip curls just a little, and she very slowly slides into the seat next to mine.

She doesn’t speak for another minute, just slowly staring each one of us down, and Morrison gulps down his beer so he doesn’t have to make eye contact with her.

Such a fucking pussy.

“You’re going to tell me what the fuck is going on or I will make your lives so miserable you’ll be begging for my forgiveness.”

There are a lot of ways she could ruin us all and only half of them are off-limits.

I try to catch Ash’s eye but he’s still fucking drowning in denial over the whole mess so I tell my own truth of the situation.

Well… I tell the bare minimum.

“The bet is still going about fucking Lips and I don’t like it. The seniors started it and they’ll fucking end it too.”

Avery stares at Ash but he just stares back at her, his face giving away nothing. I start to get this feeling that shit is about to go really fucking badly at this table when there’s scratching and fumbling at the door before it finally flings open and a fucking livid Lips stalks in.

I’ve seen her angry before but that was a cold and deadly thing; I’ve seen her take guys to the ground before but even that was a flash of rage that burned out the second she struck. This is something different altogether.

We all watch her, transfixed and fucking hypnotized, as she sheds her bag and shoes, silent even as her blazer gets torn off, but when I realize we’re about to get the angriest striptease of our lives, I clear my throat to stop her.

She swings around to finally see us all sitting here fucking gaping at her and Avery arches an eyebrow at her with a little smile, one that would usually have her smiling back but, nope, it just sets her the fuck off.

“Fuck today, fuck this school, and fuck every fucking knuckle-scraping, chest-beating, egotistical piece of shit guy in this fucking hellhole!” she screams as she stalks to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

“What the fuck was that?” Morrison sputters, and Avery giggles at him, standing and heading after her.

“That was Eclipse Anderson, pushed to the edge by something and when I find out what it is, you’ll kill it for me.”

When she opens the bathroom door, the shower is running and Lips lets out this frustrated screaming sound and I’m onboard with straight up murder today. Just bleeding some cunt out for daring to make her feel like this.

“Do you think this is retaliation? Some fucking senior coming after her for what you two have been doing?” Morrison says, getting up for more beers.

He slides another one over to me and I take it because I need to calm the fuck down before Lips gets out here and takes a swing at me for losing my fucking head.

Ash shrugs. “If it is then we’ll deal with it.”

I scoff at him. “Finally admitting you’re into her, then? Am I going to have to stake a claim with you as well?”

His lip curls at me but then the bathroom door opens and the girls walk out together, Avery looking cold and calculating and Lips still looking pissed. She’s