Kade – Fallen Crest High Read Online Tijan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
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I knew her. We had a couple classes together. She’d been trying to befriend me. Her efforts hadn’t been very fruitful.

“Lucia.”

She preened. “You can just call me Luce. That’s cool. I mean, we’re already on nicknames.”

“Everyone calls me Maddy.”

She stopped laughing. “Oh. I assumed it was short for Madison.”

“It’s not.” I moved forward, a bout of impatience swirling through me.

I used to have friends. In Boston. In San Diego. I didn’t know what was wrong with me now. I used to want to have friends. They were fun to laugh with, gossip with, do girl things like sleepovers or manicures. I’d gotten my ears pierced with my best friend from Boston. I frowned, thinking of her now, as we hadn’t done very well keeping in touch when I moved to San Diego. Eventually, my Boston friends stopped making an effort.

I hadn’t even tried keeping up with my San Diego friends.

I suppose a part of me assumed they’d be the same as my Boston friends. Why make an effort when they’d stop talking to me too? Since coming to Fallen Crest, I’d focused on Max, but he chose not to go to this school. He went to Public.

Stevie Broudou swept past us, her head down, hugging her bag to her chest. I watched to see which vehicle she’d get into.

Lucia stopped with me. “She’s new, too. Do you know her?”

“No.” But that wasn’t totally true. Stevie was connected to people who were connected to my parents. I knew my mom had a mission to befriend Stevie’s uncle and his wife. My mom had asked a few times what I thought of Stevie, and she’d brought up inviting her to the house. She wanted us to be friends. That was obvious.

I rolled my eyes. The person in charge of forming that friendship wasn’t me. Stevie seemed to be even more antisocial than I did. She talked to no one, hung out with no one.

“She only hangs out with the moody group,” Lucia said, whining.

I frowned at her. Guess I was wrong about Stevie. “Who?”

“You know.” She gestured to the car Stevie approached.

The door opened and a guy stepped out. Stevie ducked into the backseat. That must be the moody group—the guy was lean, tattooed, and pierced.

“Caleb Cieran and his friends.”

I heard the wistfulness in Lucia’s voice. Beltraine, Axel, and Steele were popular, but Caleb Cieran and his group were maybe just as much. Caleb was seriously hot. So was his best friend, Josh—I didn’t know his last name. There were a few others in the group too, and I’d heard they “weren’t privileged” like most other students here. I had no clue what that meant. They had less money than the rest? Or they didn’t make a big deal of how much money their families had?

“Who is that?” Lucia drew in a sharp breath.

I pulled my gaze away from Cieran’s car, and immediately, everything in my world was covered in a nice warm blanket. The cloudy, overcast sky moved apart to let the sun shine through as Max pulled up to park in front of me in his truck.

Those guys had nothing on Max. No one was even in his stratosphere.

Max with his golden tan skin, dark blond and messily rumpled hair, dark blue eyes that turned gray when he was either mad or something else, and that deliciously square jaw. He was shorter than me until last summer. That’s when he shot past me, now standing at six four. He’d also spent the summer honing his physique in the gym. Max never cared about his looks. He always had them. But his pretty-boy face had also transformed into something more ruggedly handsome. Delicious fucking lips. His round cheeks were now chiseled, and his dad let him start getting tattoos. He told me he was keeping those to a minimum. He didn’t want to go overboard like his dad, whose body was almost covered in tattoos.

He leaned over and pushed open his passenger door. He jerked his chin to me. “Get in.”

I moved forward, reaching for the door and paused to look at him. His jeans were the real kind of faded, not like Lucia’s, and all the rips in them were from being worn. They looked good on him. He was also wearing a Fallen Crest Public shirt. It fit nicely over his chest and stomach, and I could see him draw in a breath, waiting for me.

“Are you getting in or not?”

My smile only widened. He was annoyed, but I caught the flash of affection too. He’d so totally missed me.

And he was checking me out. I moved slowly, drawing this out as I climbed up and settled in, letting him get a view of my bra and stomach.

He drew in some air. “Fuck’s sakes, Mads.”

I chuckled, handing him my bag.


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