Hate So Good: A High School Bully Romance (The Hate Series Book 2) by Nina Lincoln (first color ebook reader .txt) 📗

Hate So Good

A High School Bully Romance

Nina Lincoln

Copyright © 2021 Nina Lincoln

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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About Nina Lincoln

Hi! I’m Nina. I love to read. Obsessively. No joke. Just ask my husband. I was born and raised in the Pacific Northwest. Pursued a graduate degree in Forensic Psychology in the great NYC and settled in Phoenix.

I’m an avid Elvis Presley fan, a Tudor history aficionado (or at least I like to think so), and a zombie/end of the world junkie, who happens to also be a sucker for a happy ending! Yes, I see the contradiction.

On those rare occasions when I am not engrossed in a good book or writing my own, I can be found cuddled up to my furry companions (the dogs, not my husband) and relaxing with my best friend (my husband, not the dogs).

~Nina

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For the broken boys and the beautiful girls and everything in between.

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

About Nina Lincoln

Dedication

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

Epilogue

The End

Acknowledgments

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Hate So Sweet – Coming Soon!

Chapter One

I spent the weekend visiting my mom's grave, catching her up on the shit storm I’ve been surrounded in since I moved here a few months ago. As you can imagine, it was mostly me talking, and I guess I’m not much of a listener.

The summer before my senior year of high school, my dad lost his fight with his constant need for control, killing my mom in a rage. The culmination of years of abuse dwindled to one horrific moment that can never be taken back.

Now my dad’s in prison for life, or so I thought until I found out he’s fighting his conviction - not the best of news.

With my parents out of commission, I was shipped off to my Aunt Maggie, my mom's twin sister. The two couldn’t be more different, and I’m still getting to know her because, as you can imagine, we didn’t visit much when Dad was around.

Although she’s been nothing but good to me, taking me in, we spend little time together, still, I’ve grown fond of her no-nonsense personality. She works two jobs and refuses to accept payment from my trust, and I guess I don’t blame her, it’s probably akin to blood money in her mind.

When I came here and started my final year of school, I thought grieving over the loss of my mom would be the extent of my issues. I mean, could it get any worse?

Apparently yes, because bad-boy hottie Colton Theroux had it out for me the second my feet hit the ground at Northside High, and maybe before since he apparently knew I was coming before I arrived.

The year so far has been rife with insults, physical violence, and machinations I wouldn’t ever have guessed possible in the devious minds of my fellow students turned enemies. And to top it off, I stupidly fell for the bad boy who played me from the start.

Finding out he used and abused me because he was bored should have been enough, but even that didn’t compare to what I found out next. He was posing as my stalker and contributed to the terror I felt at the hands of a nameless, faceless fan who left me threatening notes, the worst of which was left in my bedroom and tipped me right over the edge.

I got my revenge, though, on prom night no less, exposing his mom and dad’s sordid love affair for the whole of Southside and Northside students to see.

Colt, who’s tortured me from the beginning because I don’t fit in because I come from privilege, has his own rich daddy, who, by the way, is married to two women.

Yep, I went there, and I’d like to say I regret it, but I don’t. Colt asked for every dirty bit of his life to be revealed. I mean, all’s fair in love in war. Right?

Prom should have been the last hurrah of my senior year, but instead of snuggling up to a date who actually liked me, I was carefully constructing an act of revenge, which, if nothing else, showed Colt I’m no shrinking violet.

Anyway, that shit show happened on Saturday, and as I let myself out of the house Monday morning, setting the alarm I had installed when I thought a psychopath was stalking me, I wonder how today is going to go down.

Frankly, Colt’s lucky I didn’t report his psychopathic nonsense to the police, but I’m no snitch, and Colt, if nothing else, has taught me the value of the big play. I made him pay, and still, all I feel is numb. There’s not a spark of guilt on this conscience.

I’ve no idea how everyone reacted or if they even know they have me to thank for the shocking information. I turned my phone off Saturday night, and only as I park at school this morning do I fire it up.

Dozens of pings come through, but I ignore them. I’m still unclear who helped Colt with his devious plans, and until I am, they’re all on my shit list. He had to have little helpers planting his cruel notes and leaving me the gifts that freaked me out. The question is, whom amongst his group