Provoked: A Dark High School Bully Romance
(Greenfield Academy Book 1)
By: Lilah Walker
Copyright © 2020 by Lilah Walker
All Rights Reserved
This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. The material in this book is for entertainment purposes ONLY. Enjoy.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
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CHAPTER ONE
They say life is an adventure.
One big fun filled party after another.
Day in and day out.
Life is not an adventure. It is a whole bunch of years of other people telling you what you can and can’t do. What is socially acceptable and it stresses you out.
Nobody asked me if I wanted to have this experience. Nobody thought about my feelings or if I have an opinion on where my life is going.
If they did ask me, they would not like my answer. That’s probably why they don’t ask, they don’t even tell me what is on the agenda.
They dump me off and leave in the middle of the night without a hug or even a kiss goodbye.
I slump back against the black leather upholstered seat of my grandmother’s black BMW. I want a deer to run out on the road and hit her car to stop us from going to Greenfield Academy.
I love animals and don’t want a pretty white tailed deer to get hurt or even die from the injury. It can do damage to the car. Hit it with enough force to change our plans for the day.
We will have to call for roadside assistance and get a ride back to my grandparents' mini mansion in West Palm Beach and take a nap to get over the excitement.
I bet there are no deer in this fucking perfect town about thirty minutes away from the natural woods of Florida. They would not tolerate wild animals running out in their wide paved roads and impair their expensive glorified vehicles.
I have never seen this many pompous women gliding by wearing their oversized sunglasses, tossing their hair in the wind of bright cherry red convertibles.
I need the gritty rumble of the motorcycles flying down the road leaving the smell of strong gasoline in the air. I need to see an old car holding its tail light together with duck tape roll past me as the driver flips a cigarette butt out of the window. I need the reality of my old city, not the fake, measured and thoroughly planned out landscape of every inch of this pathetic place.
My friends are not texting me anymore because they know I am not coming back. They don’t care about what I’m doing today or any other day. They will go on without me even though I did my best to stay there. Hiding out in my friend’s basement was not one of my best ideas.
I broke up with my boyfriend on purpose. I found a petty reason to make him mad at me and he fell for the bait. It was too easy. I wanted him to ask me what was wrong. I wanted him to tell me he would love me forever, but he didn’t do that. He fucking kicked me out of his house and out of his life forever. I guess it will be forever for now.
CHAPTER TWO
When my mom asked me why I was crying on our long trip down here, she didn’t really care about my answer. She was focused on getting on with her life without me.
Except, I didn’t know that was on her mind. I thought we were moving to Florida to help out my grandma. Mom told me granddad’s Alzheimer's disease was progressing and she wanted to give her mother a hand with taking care of her father.
It shocked me. I thought my mom always wanted to get away from her parents and live as far away from them as possible. She always told me the only family she needed in her life was me. When she left her parents in Florida and moved us to New York after I was born, she never talked about moving back. Except for a couple of weeks ago.
My mother never cared about helping out her parents. She didn’t care about helping anyone, but me I thought. She made sure I had everything I needed to survive in this world.
She didn’t know I need her in my life.
She left me behind. I woke up in my grandparent’s mini mansion a week ago to find my mother had left in the middle of the night. I don’t know where she went and I don’t when she is coming back for me.
Why did she leave me?
That’s what I keep asking myself when I try to fall asleep at night.
I thought she loved me, but she just left me here like a bag of groceries. She has to know I would be pissed off at her for doing this. I hate this place and I’m going to hate this new school.
“This is one of the best schools in the state,” grandma says coming to a stop at a red light. I roll my eyes as I lean my head on the window.
“Your eyes will roll right out of your head one of these days, young lady,” grandma quipped. “I know that’s what you’re doing over there. I’m tired of seeing that same old look on your pretty face.”
I sigh in return to her ridiculous warning. I would like to see that happen, at least I would not have to look at this blaring sun and fake happiness
