
He bragged about his tongue the day we’d met, when he cornered me in the hallway, informed me I was hot, and graciously offered to give me the best sex of my life. She should save her sympathy for Justin Slade, the captain of the football team, who is unironically sticking his tongue between his fingers and waggling the wormlike thing at me.

So for her to be giving me sympathetic looks means something bad is cooking down at the principal’s office. She treats her students like we’re here to learn about actual math instead of some life lesson on loving your neighbor and crap like that.

Weir is a hard ass, which is why I like her. “No, it’s not about tardiness.this time.” Her normally flinty gaze is soft around the edges, and my gut relays a warning to my sluggish morning brain. Besides his sperm, it’s the only thing he left behind. It’s probably the most expensive item I own. It’s one minute before nine and this watch is never wrong. Weir says before I can step inside the Precalculus classroom. “Ella, you’re wanted in the principal’s office,” Ms. "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title. It’s like nothing Ella has ever experienced, and if she’s going to survive her time in the Royal palace, she’ll need to learn to issue her own Royal decrees. He says she doesn’t belong with the Royals. Each Royal boy is more magnetic than the last, but none as captivating as Reed Royal, the boy who is determined to send her back to the slums she came from.

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