Boys of Brayshaw

"Girls like you aren't exactly welcomed at a place like this, so keep your head down and look the other way."

Those were the exact words of my social worker when she dropped me in my newest hellhole, a place for "troubled teens".

I didn't listen and now I'm on their radar. Especially the big bossy one with eyes like ancient jade and fierce features of a monarch. If I went off of his razor sharp glare alone, I'd say I'm the only one on his "to be destroyed" list. Not that I care.

But these boys, they expect me to play along in their games of hierarchy, to fall in line in the social order they've deemed me fit.

Too bad for them, I don't follow rules. Too bad for me, they're determined to make sure I do.

Inconceivably attractive and treated like kings... these are the boys of Brayshaw High.

And I'm the girl who got in their way.