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447 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 30, 2021
It was hot as shit outside, and I didn't intend to get a job anywhere that wouldn't let me dress like me, so I was in my cut-off denim shorts and a soft, slouchy band T-shirt that hung off one shoulder. I had my purple high-tops Vans on and my hair back in my preferred french braid. I went with my usual minimal makep of dark brown eyeliner, mascara, and red-tinted lipbalm.
This time I punched him right in his perfect face, then I leveled a kick to his nuts for good measure.
Blake’s stare was more like a question and a promise, if the question was "Do you want this?" and the promise was "I'll rock your fucking world if yes."
… whose mans?

- Mave Fortune was the new girl at school
- the entire school called her a whore
- Mave made sure to let us know that the resident mean girls were the REAL whores
- there was the obligatory trio of teenaged boys that the entire school worshiped
- said hot trio of boys were also called something stupid (the Elites for inquiring minds)
- there was that one random bad boy with a sleeve of tattoos — WHICH side-note, tattoos are freaking EXPENSIVE. how does a high schooler afford MULTIPLE tattoos at eighteen??
- of course we had an unsupervised house party
- fights / shenanigans were afoot
- kidnapping / drugging took place
- plus a random redemption arc thrown in at eighty-percent or so
"Something funny, you diseased whore?" Nikki snapped at me.
"Jesus, Nikka, get a new schtick," I said evenly. "The slut-shaming thing is so fucking fifteen years ago. We’re about sexual empowerment for women now. I mean, your boyfriend was practically finger-banging you in the cafeteria in front of everyone, so I know you’re well acquainted with the movement." I gave her a shitty smile.
remember if you acknowledge it then it's fine if your characters slut-shame each other for the entire rest of the book 😌


