Page 19 of Brutal Prince

We’re in Addy’s car — a cute little sportster that probably costs more than my mother’s life insurance policy will pay out — with the windows wound up and our minds melting down.

I stare at her for a moment, and then burst out laughing. “It’s that obvious?”

“Duh,” Addy says with another exaggerated roll of her eyes. “You should come with a warning label.”

“Yeah…sorry,” I mumble around the joint. “It’s been a short, yet very shitty morning. Week, actually.”

I get ready to tell her to fuck off, knowing she’s going to ask what happened, but instead she waves her hand in the air between us.

“So be glad it’s over, and let’s get our asses inside before they lock us out.”

“They lock kids out?” I turn to stare ahead at the school building. “For real?”

Addy laughs as she kicks open her door. “You don’t know the half of it. Come on, punk.”

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