Love at First Academy
Kat Cameron
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2020 by Kat Cameron. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact Beth Hendrix.
Manufactured in the United States of America
First Edition June 2020
Created with Vellum
Contents
1.
Mac and Cheese
2.
Strange Guys
3.
Shit Show
4.
Firecracker
5.
Screeching Banshee
6.
Peaches and Sunshine
7.
Kidnapped
8.
Sleep With Her
9.
Damn Giant
10.
Shiver
11.
Fresh Rain
12.
Personal Cheerleader
13.
Boy Toy Collection
14.
Boyfriend
15.
SLUT
16.
Cobalt Blue
17.
Ryan
18.
Baby Doll
19.
Pink Hair
20.
Strawberry Cheesecake
21.
Ripped Panties
22.
Hot Tub
23.
Food Fight
24.
Regret
25.
Ice Pumpkin
26.
Ugly Mug
27.
Get The F**k Out
28.
Party’s Over
29.
Cuddle Sesh
30.
Helen Jones
31.
Benson
32.
Sweet Girl
33.
Bacon and Eggs
34.
Wailing
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About Kat Cameron
1.
Mac and Cheese
Malia
I needed a break. Just one break, from my drunk father, and having so many responsibilities at the age of seventeen.
We moved here last week. Of course, we had to move since dad lost his job…again. Now I was on the hunt for a job so I could help out with the bills. Honestly, if I didn’t buy the food we wouldn’t have any. It seemed all dad needed was his bottle and his bed, although he really only needed the couch. I pretty much survived on Ramen noodles and Mac and Cheese. It wasn’t the healthiest diet but it was food and I couldn’t afford much more.
Walking with the headphones in my ears was my only reprieve, but I still missed things-like football. One-second I was walking and upright, the next, I was flat on my back and my head was throbbing. I heard what sounded like the equivalent of a herd of elephants stampeding down the sidewalk. Opening my eyes, I saw three ridiculously tall guys hovering over me.
My eyes were drawn to the first guy, he was tall with thick, silky jet black hair that made me want to run my fingers through it. His brilliant green eyes had a spark of concern in them while I took in his ripped form. It was clear to see that he was either a gym rat or played a sport. His white v-neck shirt and dark blue jeans brought out those muscles so well.
The second guy was around the same height and it was like these guys were ripped right out of a GQ magazine. His body was a bit more on the skinny side but still just as muscular judging by how his red t-shirt and black jeans molded to his body. His bright blue eyes seemed to be dancing with mischief and the smirk he was wearing added to my suspicions that he was the joker of the group.
And then there was the last guy. He was at least two inches taller than the other guys. Honestly, he looked like if he flexed too hard he would rip that tight black t-shirt right off his body. Looking into his hazel eyes, it was like he could see right through to my soul. His hair looked buttery soft and was dark brown almost like the color of dark chocolate. He was scowling but that just made him more attractive somehow. As I went to sit up, I pretty much fell right back down.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy there.” The boy with the black hair said in a comforting voice. “What’s your name, pretty girl?”
I looked at him like he was crazy. I knew I wasn’t ugly, but I didn’t think I was the prettiest either.
“Malia” I mumbled. I cleared my throat and tried again, “Malia. My name is Malia. What exactly happened?”
“Well, let me start by saying, I’m Ryder. We were messing around with the football, then I saw you walking down the sidewalk. You’re quite the distraction, considering I didn’t catch the football Grayson threw. Sorry about that, Malia.” The way he said my name gave me goosebumps.
Grayson had to be the mountain man as he apologized next. “I’m sorry.”
Finally, I was able to stand up with the help of Ryder. As I got a good look at him, I noticed his eyes were the color of spring grass. “I guess it could be worse. Hopefully, I don’t have a concussion. That was some throw!”
Grayson looked at me suspiciously. He let out a humorless laugh, “You’re joking, right? Most girls would be shrieking or crying about this.”
I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “Well, I guess I’m not most girls then.”
All American Boy, finally spoke up, his voice a smooth baritone, “No I guess you’re not.” He looked at me with such intensity, that it made me feel like he could see right through me.
I looked up at him and asked, “And you are?”
He chuckled “I’m Asher.”
While he was telling me his name, I noticed his eyes were almost like an ocean blue with little flecks of green mixed in.
He cleared his throat when he noticed I was staring. I felt the blush creep up my neck to my cheeks. “You’re cute when you blush,” he nervously mumbled.
This made absolutely no sense to me, considering he could pass for a model.
“Are you alright?” Grayson more or less growled.
I jumped slightly at the low tone of his voice, “I think so. I’ll probably have a nice bump on my head. I have a slight headache right now, but otherwise, I’m good.”
“Did you just move into town?” Ryder asked randomly.
“Yeah. My dad and I just got here last week.” I answered with a slight shake to my voice, but tried to hide it. Whenever the topic of my dad was brought up, it made me upset and pissed all at the same time.
“Where’d you move from?” Ryder added hesitantly, “I mean if you don’t mind me asking.”
Vaguely, I said, “Delaware.”
Ryder continued questioning me, “What made you come here?”
“Dude you can’t just ask her a question like that. What the hell
