Bad, Bad Bluebloods: A High School Bully Romance (Rich Boys of Burberry Prep Book 2)

“Creed is now obsessed with you.”

“You’ve caught the attention of the Infinity Club, Marnye.” Oh god, he just called me Marnye. “Leave, and stop torturing us.”

Us.

He just said us.

An Emily Dickinson poem comes to mind: “Hope” is the thing with feathers.

I close my eyes, exhale, and then open them back up.

I’ve never needed to be stronger than in this moment.

“And nothing is more important to me than you, Marnye-bear, but you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. I’ll do whatever it takes to be there for as much of it as I can, but you cannot give up this opportunity. I won’t let you.”

I wonder if I was that sappy and hormone ridden? Yep, yep, I definitely was.

By lifting myself up, I put them down. And that’s their own problem. My success should have nothing to do with them, but it pisses the Bluebloods off. Infuriates them. When I succeed, they feel like they’ve failed. If that’s how they want to live their lives, I’m okay with that.

Actually, Creed seems the calmest. He turns to look at me, much like his sister did, like he’s never seen me before.

I’m not.

“Marnye …” Andrew begins, just before I put the car back in drive, and slam my foot on the gas. With the squeal of tires and the stink of burnt rubber, we shoot forward and smash through the gate.

“I told you I’d be here,” I say, reaching up to pull the necklace from inside my shirt.