Page 131 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

My ex-boyfriend did awful things to me.

But running from him just made it worse.

Because now I’m stuck at Ravenlake Academy with the only boy in this town who might be more dangerous than my ex…

And he wants to break me in half.

Caleb Wilson is gorgeous. Deadly.

And very, very pissed off.

But I need something from Caleb.

Something only he can give me.

So now, I’m at the mercy of a boy who’s sworn to ruin me.

I have one semester to change his mind.

CRUEL ACADEMY is a full-length high school bully romance and Book 2 in the Princes of Ravenlake Academy trilogy.

The Princes of Ravenlake Academy is a series of standalones that all take place at the infamously cruel Ravenlake Preparatory Academy.

You can read any of the books as standalones, but they work best when read in order.

Book 1, CRUEL PREP, is Finn and Lily’s story.

Book 2, CRUEL ACADEMY, is Caleb and Haley’s story.

Book 3, CRUEL ELITE, is Noah and Penny’s story.

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HALEY

The boy getting his ass kicked in the ring looks like he does not want to be there.

I get it.

I don’t want to be here either.

I don’t know why I came at all, to be honest. It’s not safe for me here. John could be anywhere, around any corner. Waiting for me.

Not a single person in the crowd would do anything to intervene if he chose tonight to try and drag me back into his world. Underground fights aren’t exactly a breeding ground for Good Samaritans, you know?

If he did pounce out, they’d probably all cheer. Like this was just another fight on the undercard.

Haley Cochran versus her abusive ex-boyfriend, John “Bumper” Whitley! Watch as this hundred-pound girl desperately tries to fend off the leather-clad douche bag who’s made her life a living hell!

Shit—not only would they stand around and watch, they’d probably start betting on the outcome.

I’m seated at the top of the bleachers looking down at the boxing ring in the middle. Sunglasses on and hoodie pulled over my face so nobody recognizes me, even though it makes me look like a total diva bitch since it’s, ya know,nightttime.

But I’m close enough to see the blood spattering the canvas of the ring down below.

One of the fighters is bigger than the other—taller, broader, thicker—but something about him seems unsteady. Ready to crumble at any moment.

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