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School Me

A year ago Sabastian Delroy left Liston Hills and a heartbroken Dainy Hallow with it but now he's back. Only things are not quite as he left it. Seems like Ms. Hallow isn't up for the taking but fear not, a Delroy always gets his girl. Follow the lives of Liston Hills Elite in this twelve-part series as they learn that money might make the world go round but it doesn't guarantee you happiness. But hey, if you're lucky, it just might buy you a whole bag of hurt. Meet the jock:- I am fucking Reagan Orniel. What I want, I get, and I own it. I am the captain of the football team because I want to be. I am heir to the Orniel fortune because I'm born to be. I am a full platinum package. Women love me. Kids look up to me. Even grown-ass men inspire to be me. But this time I got something I didn't want. I owned something I didn't fucking want to own, Dainy Hallows virginity. Meet the Cheerleader:- I am Dainy Hallow after all. The girls in school either fear me or want to be me. Unlike the rest of them including my brother, I don't need the fancy surname. I hold all the important titles, head cheerleader, A-grade student, and your worst nightmare if you ever dare to cross me. A fair warning- don't cross me. Now meet Delroy, Sabastian Delroy:- The bastard must be feeling all smug and shit, he finally got her where HE wanted her. Had a taste of that which others have taunted him with for years. Only he knows now that the stories were lies. Made up tales, to throw in his face. A silent fuck you Orniel. Reagan has always been a friend, a good friend. But I share something far more than friendship with Dainy, we had a connection when we dated. She felt it. I felt it. We couldn't understand it, because we hated each other so much. It was dangerous what we brought out between the two of us. I backed off because she was young, I was young, but I'm back now, and it's time Dainy Hallow started paying attention.

Shan R.K · Urban
Not enough ratings
38 Chs

Elizabeth Trent

I hated Liston Hills FROM the moment I drove into this stupid town. No matter which way I looked at it, I hated it. From the preppy school douche bags that dropped lame ass pick me ups every time I walked through the corridors at my new school, to my scheming slut of a mother who brought me here against all my better judgment.

I want to go home, to breathe the thick stuffy air of New York City. To eat a fucking corn dog without someone looking at me like I am a bug needing to be dissected. Why did my life have to revolve around a singular thing? The answer to that is simple: - need.