Make My Move (Hannaford Prep #5) - J. Bree Page 0,93

she smiles, the dry sound of her sarcastic laugh, and the fire that burns in her eyes when she’s fucking seething with rage. I can’t even get into my obsession with her hands and her legs, her ass and what little I’ve seen of her body thanks to her preference for oversized clothes.

The problem is that all three of us are fucked over her and no matter who she chooses, it’s going to be a fucking mess.

Even though I know I should just forget about her, just move on to someone else so I don’t have to face the music that she’s definitely going to pick Ash or Harley over me, I can’t help wanting to go looking for her when she skips dinner to study.

After we walk Avery back up to her room and find it empty, I go back to my room with the other two like nothing is wrong, but there's no fucking way I can head to bed without knowing she's made it back safe as well. I change out of my uniform into sweats and a band tee, not bothering with shoes, and head for the door..

The other two side-eye me hard, but I slip away before it turns into a full blown argument… or a field trip for us all. I don’t want to have to share her right now. I want my next hit of her in private to get me through my withdrawals.

I’m fucking pathetic.

I pass by two teachers on my way down and even though it’s just about curfew time, they look the other way and scamper off like their asses are on fire. I smirk and there’s an extra pep in my fucking step as I push my way into the library, but it evaporates the second I see Annabelle looming over my Mounty.

Fuck.

I want to tear over to them and shove her away but then I hear Lips snarl at her, her voice carrying over to me loud and clear, “Hand it over or I’ll break every finger on your hand. One warning, that’s all you’re getting.”

Well now.

That might be fun to watch, and Annabelle’s eyes are wide as she stares at the single finger Lips is holding up, calm and completely prepared to break this bitch’s bones.

There’s quiet for a moment as Lips looks Annabelle up and down. I can’t see her face from here, but I bet she’s staring the bitch down for everything she’s done to us this year. All of the shit Avery found out about her and has been biding her time to ruin Summers fully.

The photos she took and spread around of my father’s letters.

I start toward them right as Lips holds out her hand for the iPod and Annabelle snaps back at her, “I’m not fucking giving it back to you. He doesn’t even let Ash touch it! I’ll be walking it back up to his room and telling him—“

I cut her off. “That you’ve stolen my iPod from my friend? That you’re a jealous, desperate mess and instead of doing your own work you want to trap me and leech off of me? That you’re hung up on Harley and hoping you’ll be able to get him back into your bed once you’ve secured eighteen years of child support from me?”

Annabelle whirls around to face me with a pout and tears in her eyes, but I’m too fucking furious to stop the scathing tirade spilling out of me. She’s always playing the fucking victim when she’s the one lying and exploiting everyone around her for her own sick games. “How about you tell me all about how you manipulated your way into my room to steal my father’s letters and post them for the whole fucking world to see? Or how you’re still posting daily about Rory trying to rape Avery? How about you tell me and the Mounty about how you helped that sick freak Lance steal her underwear and you tried to break into her room to let him mess with her shit?”

The color drains from her face. “Blaise, I—“

“Hand Lips my iPod. I gave it to her.”

Annabelle’s lip is still trembling as she smacks it into Lips’ hand, taking a step toward me with tears streaming down her face like she can have one last try at manipulating me.

I feel nothing.

I didn’t really feel anything toward her the entire time we were hooking up last year, but there’s something about girls crying that makes me feel like the