Eden High Series 2 Book 3 Read Online Free

instead of late night parties and weekend benders with my friends, I’m little more than an outcast and a laughingstock for the real jocks.
    Maybe I should just get the hell out of this town, out from under Jace Sanders’ shadow. It pisses me off that everyone else here seems perfectly okay to play second fiddle to the guy, like who the fuck is he? He’s no better than the rest of us. We all drive nice cars, well except for the poor fucks who are only here because daddy or mommy are minimum wage making bottom feeding teachers, they don’t count anyway. But even they were in his corner. The fucking golden boy, everybody’s prince.
    I watched him now with the new girl surrounded by their lackeys, like a king and queen holding court or some shit. I wish I could just wipe him off the face of the earth. Make him feel half of what I do, always on the outside looking in. Even that fat ass redhead I use to rag on was part of his crowd now, while he couldn’t even be bothered to spare me a glance in passing.
    They were all together laughing it up, so what’s new? He, Shane and the new kid Jared with their sluts were thick as thieves. I hate that Jared kid too. Asshole had the nerve to tell me to stay away from his sister. I glared at them with all the pent-up anger I felt and fought myself back from going after them now. Too many witnesses.
    I flexed my arms and said my daily mantra under my breath. I knew if I went after him now his boys would jump me before I even made it to his side, fucking assholes. And what the fuck did Alex know? Jace and I were friends once. Granted that was a long time ago when we were much younger. But I was his friend before any of the others.
    Back then it was our parents who used to force us together. It was a well-hidden fact that the kids of the leading powers in Hollywood stuck together and there was no room for outsiders. Now everything was different and it was all Jace’s fault. He was the one who’d broke rank, who had to be everybody’s fucking friend, even the lowly underdog. We were supposed to be different solely because of our birthright. Everyone else envied us, shit they were even making reality shows about people like us. But not Jace, the son of the wealthiest family in town and he had to be mother fucking Teresa.
    His life always was a little different from the rest of us, especially the way his parents coddled him. They were different from the rest of the parents around here. Always there for his games and whatever else the stupid school had going on. That shit just showed up the rest of us who had less than devoted parental units. His mom use to bake cookies and shit, while the rest of us were going home everyday to pill popping addicts who barely remembered our names.
    Even the teachers fawned all over him. Probably because his dad donated a lot of money, but so did my old man. At least he says he does, but knowing his lying ass he’s probably being less than honest about that. He never showed for any of my games, never showed any real interest in me period. Not like Mr. Sanders. He was proud of his son, everybody knew it, it was hard to miss. Jace always had the best cars, the latest gadget the best of everything. The rest of us might come from money, but there was money and then there was Sanders kind of money.
    He’s such a sanctimonious prick, he had everyone fooled into believing that money wasn’t everything to him. He was always the first to offer to help anyone in need. Like he was trying out for sainthood or some shit. But even though I always disliked him just a little even as kids, we used to be tight. At least I thought we were.
    But then he started acting like he was better than the rest of us, especially me. Always giving me shit about bullying the little shits who didn’t belong here. It was no big deal as far as I was concerned, I was just having some fun. It wasn’t like I was hurting anyone, they were just words. I hadn’t graduated to pounding dumb