Page 140 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

The guy squints and then turns away, trying to shield his eyes.

he girl takes the opportunity to knee him in the crotch and wiggle out of his grip.

Smart chick.

“Hey, hey,” the guy says, his voice low and slow. He sounds drunk. “We were just talking. Why don’t you mind your—”

He is so out of it he doesn’t even realize I’ve crossed the distance between us until my fist hits his face. My body is still smarting from the fight, but I always have a little juice left in the tank for scumbags like him.

The punch hits squarely. Bastard’s head snaps back and hits the brick wall.

Immediately, he slumps to the sidewalk. For a second, I think he is going to try to get up and fight.

His arms twitch, and he sits up slightly. Before anything can happen, though, he’s out cold.

Night, night, motherfucker.

“Well, that was easy.” I’m almost disappointed.

The girl is standing just behind me. When I turn around, we are less than a foot apart. Close enough that I can smell her perfume.

Her eyes are wide, and even in the darkness, I can see they are a vibrant blue. Her hair is wavy and wild around her head.

She takes a startled step back and straightens her clothes, pulling down her worn T-shirt. “Thank you.”

I nod, about to tell her it was my pleasure. But then she steps forward into the ring of light.

All at once, I realize I know exactly who this bitch is.

And this isn’t the first time I’ve saved her.

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