The Saint (Haven Grace Prep #2) - Kelsey Clayton Page 0,2

in this position, but thanks to circumstances, here I am.

No matter how much I smoke, or how high I get, I can’t shake the feeling of dread. Perhaps it’s the paranoia that comes with smoking pot, but I keep looking over my shoulder, convinced someone is watching me. I wouldn’t put it past him. Having been through more shit than the average eighteen-year-old, there aren’t many things in this world that scare me. However, the power this guy possesses definitely does.

We head inside to get our books. However, just as we’re about to leave the lockers, I turn to Stone. “Give me your keys. I’m skipping.”

His brows raise. “Dude, you’re high as hell. I’m not letting you drive my car like that.”

“I’m not looking to drive it.” I roll my eyes. “Just give me your fucking keys.”

Pulling them from his pocket, he deposits the keys into my hand. Then, my eyes search the hallway for what lucky girl I’m going to be taking with me. Being the king of this place, it’s no surprise that I can have whoever I want. If I’m honest, it gets a little old, but for times like this, where I need to focus on something else and clear my head, it’s useful.

My gaze lands on a girl with blonde hair, and I know she’ll be an easy score. For one, she’s wearing a skirt in January. And two, it’s rolled up so high she’s practically begging for it already. I check her out from head to toe before heading in her direction.

“See you later, shitheads,” I say to my friends.

Gage is the only one to protest. “You’re seriously not coming to first? It’s Miss Patten today, and she’s a fucking knockout.”

I glance back at them and smirk. “Been there. Done that.”

Three of my friends’ jaws drop while Zayn just laughs and shakes his head. Since he’s like my brother, he’s already been filled in on the time she asked me to stay for detention, only for it to end with me fucking her on her desk. I’ll probably never do it again, but I don’t regret a single second of it. It’s one of those things I did just to cross it off my bucket list.

“Hey,” I say, getting the girl’s attention. “Jenna, is it?”

She twirls a piece of hair around her finger. “Jessie.”

“Right.”

Crashing my lips against hers, she immediately starts to kiss me back. I grip at her waist and pull her into me. Within seconds, I’m already hard inside these tight-ass jeans. I break the kiss and rest my forehead against hers.

“How attached are you to first period?” I ask.

“That depends. What are you proposing I do instead?”

I chuckle and pull away to wrap my arm around her. As the two of us make our way to the door, my friends hoot and holler like the obnoxious twats they are.

“Knox Vaughn, you bad boy,” Stone jokes.

Raising my middle finger to flip them off, I leave the school with my new distraction for the next hour.

BY THE TIME THAT school lets out, I’m no less on edge than I was this morning. Jessie was a decent fuck and didn’t expect anything afterward, but she wasn’t very memorable. The guys and I used to be really screwed up and rate each girl in three different categories. Looks. Skill. Level of Crazy. That stopped when Tessa found out Easton rated her a 9-7-9. That’s what happens when your dumb ass doesn’t check to see if you hung up the fucking phone.

“Wait for me here one minute. There’s someone I need to talk to,” I tell Zayn, and he nods.

Reluctantly, I walk across the street, hoping to hell Carter isn’t around to start shit. It only takes a second before I find who I’m looking for. Grayson Hayworth, Haven Grace’s newest quarterback and a pain in my ass. He’s standing with his girlfriend, Savannah, and a chick I’ve never met, but wouldn’t mind spending a few hours alone with. Unfortunately, private school pussy isn’t something I allow on my menu.

“Pretty boy,” I call with a nod his way. “I need to talk to you a minute.”

Savannah and her friend eye me curiously as Grayson and I step out of earshot.

“What’s up?”

I swipe open my phone and hand it to him. “Don’t make plans for Friday night.”

The color on his face drains the same way mine did when he reads the message.

“Is this…” I nod. “Shit. I thought they forgot about us. It’s been weeks since that