Page 132 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

Probably because it’s almost entirely his blood that’s been spilled.

His opponent, a stocky guy with light brown hair and a distractingly muscled back, is fully in charge of the match.

Even worse—he knows it.

He’s so arrogant that I can’t sense it from here.

It’s in the way he walks around the ring. Hands down by his side, inviting his opponent to strike. Taunting. Sneering. Laughing.

It’s in the way he grins. The way he spits. The way he waves his arms at the crowd, egging them on to get louder, rowdier.

And they do. They love him. They envy him. They want him.

Caleb Wilson is a god here…

To everyone but me.

Dread coils in my stomach like a snake. I take a deep breath to try and shake off the nerves that have been clinging to me like static electricity all day. My clothes feel too tight, my hair keeps brushing across my nose, and I’m suddenly unsure of what to do with my hands.

I shouldn’t have come here. This was a mistake.

It’s time for me to go.

I adjust my hoodie lower and start to clamber down the bleachers. I keep my head down and move fast.

But not fast enough.

“Haley?” comes a shrill, drunken voice.

I freeze.Fuck.I should just keep going. Run out into the parking lot, get in my car, and get the hell out of Dodge.

But it’s too late. I’ve been spotted.

“Haley, is that you!” the girl repeats.

Sighing, I turn around and lower my sunglasses.

“No fucking way!” shrieks Anna McCauley in a bastardized New York accent that is as fake as the long lashes she’s wearing. Anna always has her lashes on.

I give her a tight smile. “Hi.”

“Are you slumming or what?” She takes a long sip of whatever spiked drink is inside of her gas-station Styrofoam cup and smacks her lips. “I didn’t think you ran with us anymore.”

“I’ve been busy. We moved this summer and—”

“I know. Big castle on the hill. We’ve all seen it.”

My stomach flips. “You know where I live?”

She nods, looking dangerously unsteady on her high heels. “If you thought you could disappear after the way you left, you’re batshit crazy. Crazier than I thought, actually.”

If Anna knows where I live, John certainly does, too.

Hell, she’s probably the person who told him.

That’s not good. Not good at all.

Anna leans forward, eyes as wide as possible considering the weight of her lashes. “Is it true you tore his place to shit? I heard you trashed his house after he dumped you?”

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