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HIGH HORSE
Arcadia High Anarchists #0
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Our privilege comes with a price, and that price is the loss of freedom.
When my father was led away in handcuffs, I thought nothing could be worse.
But with the sins of the father comes penance. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t guilty. It didn’t matter that he did everything he could to right the wrongs.
Without our wealth and the status that it brought, our life as we knew it is over.
Little did I know, the worst is yet to come.
HIGH HORSE is a 19,000 word prequel novella to the Arcadia High Anarchists series.
ARCADIA HIGH ANARCHISTS
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Good Girls
Bad Boys
Rich Riot
Loyal Love
Done Deal
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Resilience
re·sil·ience
/rəˈzilyəns/
noun
1.
the capacity to recover quickly from difficulties; toughness.
“Hey, baby girl.”
Well-rounded bass beats wrap around me, accented by the purr of Barrett’s classically red Ferrari. He idles down the avenue, unaffected by the traffic that steadily stacks up behind him as he trails me down the sidewalk.
“Hey.” I clutch my rose-gold MacBook and folder a little tighter to my chest and slow my walk, hips rolling.
“You need a ride?” His sharp jaw jerks casually toward the sky. “Looks like rain.” Mischief dances in his warm amber eyes. A smirk tugs his pouty lips higher on one side.
I’ve waited close to a year for this. Two more months and I turn sixteen. Two more months before Dad will buy me my first car, and I wouldn’t have had a reason for this perfect moment to happen. Talk about a close call.
I turn my head to eye the line of traffic behind Barrett, my pale blonde hair drifting in the breeze.
He applies the brakes, bringing the Ferrari to a complete stop much to the disgust of the man behind him. “Come on, Lacey. Jump in before I start a riot.”
I don’t live far enough away for this to work. I’ve dreamed of the day that the gorgeous Barret Reed would take me home from school. Played out my every move in my mind: which way I’ll sit to showcase the length of my legs, how I’ll rest my hair over my shoulder, the angle of my body so if he wanted to, he could peek over at the cut of my uniform blouse.
Rich boys like honey, and I’m as sweet as they come.
The detail I overlooked is that our residence is eight blocks from Riverbourne Prep. The journey might take me fifteen minutes on foot, but in Barrett’s car? Not enough time to work this to my full advantage. Damn, Lacey.
I step off the sidewalk and reach for the handle of the 458 Italia anyway. Barrett straightens in his seat, one hand slung casually over the steering wheel as he appraises me from head to toe. I dress no differently than any other girl at Riverbourne Preparatory, yet I know my features set me apart. I’m a petite five-foot-four with hair naturally the shade of winter rays and a sweet face that gives me a distinctly innocent charm.
My mother calls me her “blessed doll.”
The thing is, looks can be deceiving.
I tuck my legs demurely to the right and set my MacBook and folder beside my feet. Barrett eases the car up to speed, his gaze flicking my way as I smooth out my short, pleated skirt and then offer him a smile. “Thank you. It would have been terrible to get wet if I were caught out.”
His smirk grows, eyes narrowing before he glances purposefully at my crisp white blouse. “I could think of worse things to happen.”
I feign a shocked laugh—demure and submissive. Inside, I ache to know what it would have been like to have Barret’s hungry eyes on my wet blouse, taking in every curve and dip of my body. I may play this game for a greater reward, but nobody said I couldn’t enjoy the perks along the way.
With a shock of dark brown hair that he styles into an upward wave, the sides shaved to showcase his defined jaw, Barrett Reed is one of the most sought-after boys in our school. Not to mention his father owns a chain of department stores that gross hundreds of millions every year. What girl wouldn’t want that kind of access at her disposal if she married into the name?
If I’m stuck in a world where girls are judged by the ice that hangs from their wrist, then I may as well make the most of what that privilege offers.
He wasn’t my first choice, but the best ones rarely ever are.
My gaze falls to his full lips before I turn my head and stare out the windshield at the tree-lined avenue. We pass by the two-storey stone colonials that make
