Hood River Rat Read online K. Webster (Hood River Hoodlums #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Hood River Hoodlums Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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“Hollis English. Moved here from Vermont.”

“Welcome to Hell, Hollis.” He grins. “Joke!”

I can’t help but laugh. “Joke’s on me. I was not expecting this.”

“Expect the unexpected around here. And stay away from guys like Roan Hirsch.”

Roan.

The psychopath’s name is Roan.

A tiny thrill shoots through me knowing I now have his name despite him refusing to give it. It’s a nice name for a not-so-nice guy.

“Don’t worry,” I grumble. “I’ve learned my lesson.”

“His minions are just as bad. Avoid them at all costs. Terrence, Jordy, and Cal. Jordy, though, he’s a mean ass motherfucker. Touch his stupid car out there and he’ll break your nose. Just ask my buddy Richie.”

“Thought you said you were the only one who didn’t suck around here. What about Richie?”

Gio’s features darken. “Richie’s mom moved him the fuck out of here after that fight. I’m telling you. The Hoodlums are vicious.”

Hoodlums?

“Right,” I say with an exasperated sigh. “I’ll stay away. Gladly. Can you show me to Ms. Sommers? I need to pick up my schedule and figure out where the hell I need to go.”

“Ms. Sommers?” Gio waggles his brows. “She’s so damn hot. It’d be my honor, man.”

So today got off to a bad start.

No big deal.

Everything is going to be okay.

That lie feels extra sour in my stomach today.

Roan

“You have to come,” Sidney pleads, twirling a strand of her silky brown hair. “I know we’re broken up or whatever.” She rolls her eyes as though she doesn’t believe it. “But we can still be friends. You know it wouldn’t be Campfire Chaos without the Hoodlums.”

“I have shit to do,” I lie, ignoring her no matter how much she tries to shove her tits in my face.

“Ugh,” she hisses, shoving my shoulder. “When did you become such an asshole?”

I snap my head her way and narrow my stare. Sidney tries too fucking hard. She’s been whoring herself out to the whole student body since at least the eighth grade. I would kill Roux if she even looked at a boy.

My little sister is never allowed to turn into Sidney.

Fucking never.

“I said I have shit to do.” I lift a brow, waiting for her to challenge me.

The bell for second hour rings, making several people drop into their seats.

“Maybe I’ll just ask the new guy,” she sneers, turning back in her seat to text someone.

Her comment boils my blood and not in the way I’m sure she hoped. I’m not jealous. Fuck no. I’m pissed. Who the hell was that guy rolling up in his Mustang like he was fucking royalty?

Mr. Henley starts to work out a problem on the white board even though no one is paying any attention. Two minutes in, the door creaks open.

Mustang Motherfucker walks in, making my skin burn. He has a forced smile affixed on his pretty-boy face and he saunters into the room as though it’s no big deal to be dropped into this school. My school. He looks like the kind of guy who’s used to being the big man on campus. I’d enjoy the fuck out of knocking him down a few pegs.

“Sorry,” the guy says. “I got mixed up on where I was supposed to go.”

“Not a problem, young man. Find a seat.” Mr. Henley waves him off as he goes back to his equation.

The new guy—Hollis—glances around the room, looking for a place. Our eyes meet and he freezes, his smile slightly falling. He quickly darts his blue eyes away from mine and rushes to the seat in front of Sidney. She must find him cute—or the prospect of making me jealous—because she leans forward and taps him on the shoulder.

I’m still glaring at him when Mr. Henley says my name.

“Mr. Hirsch,” he says again, finally dragging my attention to him.

“What?”

The whole class sniggers.

“Don’t what me? I want you to come solve this problem.”

I stare at the board in irritation. Fuck no. I don’t know how to do that shit.

“Pass,” I grumble.

“Which is exactly what you won’t be doing if you don’t get up here and attempt this problem.”

Hollis glances over his shoulder at me, a frown on his face.

“Look somewhere else,” I snap.

He jerks his head around, but I don’t miss the way his neck blazes crimson.

“That’s enough,” Mr. Henley grumbles. “Apologize to this young man.”

I snort. “No.”

“Son, I will not have you—”

“I am not your son.” I pin Mr. Henley with a dark glare that has him taking a step back.

He huffs in exasperation. “Get out.”

Unbelievable.

“Hirsch, I said go,” he barks. “To the office. Now.”

I stand with an exaggerated sigh and storm up the aisle. The preppy new fucker has some fancy bag on his desk. For some reason, I make a stupid decision my dad would be proud of and shove it off the side of the desk.

“What the fuck?” Hollis howls.

“Both of you!” Mr. Henley yells. “Out of my class. I will not tolerate these disruptions.”


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