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“Girls like you aren’t exactly welcomed at a place like this, so keep your head down and look the other way.”Those were the exact words of my social worker when she dropped me in my newest hellhole, a place for “troubled teens”.
I didn’t listen, and now I’m on their radar.
They expect me to play along in their games of hierarchy, to fall in line in the social order they’ve deemed me fit.
Too bad for them, I don’t follow rules.
Too bad for me, they’re determined to make sure I do.
Inconceivably attractive and treated like kings…these are the boys of Brayshaw High.
And I’m the girl who got in their way.
See Chapter One HERE
I knew before I even started reading Boys of Brayshaw High that I was in for an angsty as f**k story, and it definitely lived up to that moniker and then some. AND that ending just about killed me, which means that Meagan Brandy needs to write all the words for Trouble at Brayshaw so I can deal with the fallout of another one of Rae’s reckless acts, even if she has the best of intentions in doing so.
I can wholeheartedly say that I want to be a Bray girl, but my desire to be a part of their group doesn’t stem from me wanting to get down on my knees for these three kings of Brayshaw High or to be one of their groupies who they use and and then send on their way…what makes me want to be a member of their inner circle is what Brandy allows her readers to understand and realize about Maddoc, Captain, and Royce as the layers of their personalities are revealed and the masks they wear don’t hide who they truly are at their core.
Did their callus behavior and need for control make me want to punch them in the nuts…absolutely, but the code these three guys live by seems to be necessary and while I don’t completely understand why it has to be this way or why they can’t show a single ounce of weakness, there’s something in the background or in their past that is bigger than them, forcing them to always be a step ahead of their enemies and treat the peasants around them as inferior subjects, allowing no one to ever get too close to them or the secrets they keep….until her….
When Raven Carver enters the elitist world of Brayshaw, she refuses to be just another one of the kings’ minions…she refuses to cower to the name calling or react like they want her to…she’s spent her entire life feeling like an outsider…living with the fact that everyone sees her as dirty, used, and worthless – a trailer trash whore who opens her legs for anyone.
But as readers understand going into the story, Rae is so much more than how other people see her, and soon, Maddoc, Captain and Royce begin to look beyond Rae’s armor and acknowledge that she is not what everyone thinks she is; in fact, she’s a bit of a wildcard and someone they need to figure out because Rae keeps doing the unexpected, proving herself as someone who actually deserves to be their equal and not their inferior, but what that means for the rest of the Brayshaw student body as well as Brayshaw’s rivals, Graven Prep, still remains in a state of limbo, ensuring that Raven will always question her place, never truly trust anyone, and react without thinking of the consequences because until she sees herself as those who matter see her, she’ll always be more apt to sabotage herself and keep everyone at a distance instead of acknowledging that her place just might be outside the gutter and as far away from her whore of a mother as possible.
It was so easy for me to get sucked into Meagan Brandy’s elitist Brayshaw world. The antics of these high school kids definitely fit how everything’s been laid out around them, and while their roles are a bit stereotypical, there are small details about each of the main characters that make them unique in their own right. I will admit that Rae frustrated the heck out of me, at times, due to all the ways she tries to sabotage herself and while I understand that everything she does is to protect herself and because she doesn’t feel worthy to be a true member of the boys’ inner circle, there has to be other ways to handle things and I’m hoping that when book two releases that a big part of the book focuses on Rae figuring out her shit and realizing just how worthy she is.
4.5 Poison Apples
“You’re Raven Carver, aren’t you?”
I face forward with a frown.
“Sorry, but Maybell told me you were coming today. I didn’t think you’d be at school already, but usually the only new kids who come are people from the home.”
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t exactly given an option so, here I am.”
“Are you gonna run?”
I laugh lightly, shifting my eyes to hers. “Nah. I’ve got nowhere to be. Now I’m stuck in the system ‘til I’m eighteen anyway, so fuck it. May as well cruise through.”
“Those guys back there, you need to be careful. They’re… not like most high schoolers. People around here listen to them, follow their every move.”
So those are the guys the chick was referring to this morning.
“What you did today? They won’t allow that without getting you back. They can’t.” She shakes her head.
“I keyed his Denali.” I shrug. “Big fucking deal.”
The girl stops, her eyes widening. “Yeah, you got that part right. It is a ‘big fucking deal.’ If they let some nobody, new girl like you – no offense – openly disrespect them like that, it’ll threaten their entire system.”
“Yeah. System. They’re a big deal around here, and not just at the school. You either kneel at their feet or get stomped under them. They’ll make sure you’re shamed, one way or another.”
We make our way up the dirt driveway. “He disrespected me first. If there’s one thing I know about guys, it’s if you let them walk all over you, they’ll take pleasure in doing it.”
The girl steps ahead, pulling open the screen door as she looks back at me. “If there’s one thing I know about the boys of Brayshaw, it’s that they’ll destroy anything that threatens to mess up their vision. Watch out, Raven. Your little stunt today may have gotten the guys you’re used to off your back, but for these guys? All you did was paint the mark brighter.”
I raise a black brow and she scowls at me.
“A target from them means a target from all their followers,” she spits.
Right. “Let me guess… you’re a follower?”
This time it’s her who pops an eyebrow. “Welcome to Brayshaw High.”
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