Rowdy Boy (A High School Bully Romance): Black Mountain Academy

by Clarissa Wild

  Rowdy Boy

  Clarissa Wild

  www.clarissawild.com

  Contents

  Books by Clarissa Wild

  Music Playlist

  Description

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Epilogue

  Excerpt of Cruel Boy

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Books by Clarissa Wild

  About Clarissa Wild

  Rowdy Boy

  By Clarissa Wild

  Rowdy Boy © 2020 Clarissa Wild

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, organizations, or person, whether living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters in this book are eighteen years of age or older.

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  Books by Clarissa Wild

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  Music Playlist

  “Icy” by Kim Petras

  “No Shame” by 5 Seconds Of Summer

  “Youngblood” by 5 Seconds Of Summer

  “Teeth” by 5 Seconds Of Summer

  “Cruel Intentions” by Valerie Broussard

  “I Feel Like I’m Drowning” by Two Feet

  “Pass That Dutch” by Missy Elliot

  “Her Lies” by Asaf Avidan

  “Somebody” by Hurts

  “Muddy Waters” by LP

  “Hourglass” by SURVIVE

  “Dance In The Dark” by AU/RA

  “Pneumothorax” by Blueneck

  “In The Woods Somewhere” by Hozier

  “So You Wanna Start A War” by Klergy with Valerie Broussard

  “Beat Me” by Davina Michelle

  “Bloc Party” by The Pioneers (M83 Remix)

  “Bad Kingdom” by May and Robot Koch

  “Angry Too” by Lola Blanc

  “High Enough” by K.Flay

  Description

  Rude boys play best.

  I’ve always known how to make girls fall to their knees.

  When I open my mouth and play my music, they line up to scream my name.

  Cole Travis, rock star and high school legend.

  Fans beg me for a dirty smile and a filthy kiss.

  And I give them everything they could ever want.

  All these years, I thought it was enough.

  Until her.

  Monica Romero, the new girl whose wistful eyes hide a closed-off heart.

  A heart I know belongs to me but one I can never have.

  She doesn’t know me.

  My band.

  My reputation.

  Not even my name.

  But she will remember me…

  Because if I can’t have her…

  No one will.

  Prologue

  Monica

  I wasn’t looking for trouble, but no matter what I did, it found me.

  When I moved schools, I thought my life would be different, that I’d finally get to turn a new page … be a better me.

  But no one can escape their past. Or their own heart.

  And my heart pounded with fury for the only boy I knew I should never, ever crave.

  Cole Travis.

  The moment he laid his eyes on me, I was his.

  He looked like the devil incarnate with his ash-black hair and dark, soul-crushing stare that could make any girl scream his name. And I knew right then that boy would end up breaking my heart.

  Still, I made the plunge.

  I didn’t know then how far I’d fall …

  But he did.

  He was counting on it.

  Cole

  I always knew how to make the girls fall.

  It was easy to get them on their knees.

  All I had to do was open my mouth and play my music.

  I came alive when they lined up to scream my name, begging for a dirty smile and a filthy kiss. Girl after girl, I gave them what they wanted, and they fawned all over me.

  But it was never enough. I always wanted more … and I did anything to get it, no matter how many hearts I had to break.

  I was bad, and I knew it every step of the way.

  But I simply didn’t care.

  Nothing mattered.

  Not my education.

  Not my popularity.

  Not my career.

  Not even my fucking heart.

  Until her.

  Chapter 1

  Monica

  When I pull into the parking lot of my new school in my Range Rover, panic sets in. Black Mountain Academy is one of the most prestigious private schools around here, even more so than my previous school, Falcon Elite Prep. All the rich, spoiled kids attend here, and now that includes me.

  But I’m grateful for the opportunity to start over.

  Now all I need to do is muster the courage to get out of my car.

  A hand on my shoulder makes me jolt up and down in my seat. “You’ve got this.”

  I turn my head to look over my shoulder at Sam, who’s smiling in the back seat. She came all this way with me just to be a good friend and wish me good luck.

  “I know,” I say, nodding a few times to force myself to believe my own words.

  “And if anyone harasses you or bullies you, you know I’m gonna be right there to whoop some ass,” she adds, making a fist
to pound into her other hand.

  I snort. “You sound like me now.”

  “You’ve turned me into a proper bitch,” she says, and we both laugh.

  “Good. It’s about time I found my own bitch back.”

  “That’s what I wanna hear.” She squeezes my shoulder. “Go on then. Your cousin is waiting for you.”

  I take a peek outside where Ariane, with her long, curly blond hair and her cute short school skirt, waves at me from the pavement.

  “My God … that thing’s related to you?” Sam mutters. “She looks like she just stepped out of that Stepford wives movie.”

  “Tell me about it,” I groan. “But I guess you don’t choose your family, or I would’ve traded mine long ago.”

  She snorts. “Is your entire family as feisty as you? Because now I’m starting to wonder if they would’ve traded your ass too.”

  I throw her a look. “HA. Ha. Wait until you meet her,” I say, and I grab my bag from the back and open the door.

  “Oh, boy,” Sam responds as she gets out too. “Whatever is she hiding underneath those pearly curls?”

  With a snort, I slam the door shut. Somehow, with our banter, she always manages to calm the storm raging in my heart. No more anxiety; I’ve got this.

  “You ready?” Sam asks from beside me.

  “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I say with a sigh.

  “You give ’em hell,” Sam says, patting my back. “And if anyone bothers you, you call me, alright?”

  “Right.” I nod, blowing out my breath before I throw my bag over my shoulder and walk off.

  “I’m gonna call my mom to come and pick me up,” she says. “When you’re done with class, text me about your day. Tell me how it all went down.”

  “Course,” I reply. “Thanks.”

  I don’t like saying goodbye, especially not to my best friend, and especially not when she’s looking at me like that. She’s worried we’ll see each other less and less … until we no longer have time for the other.

  But I won’t ever let it get to that point. She’ll always be my best friend, and nothing can ever come between us, not even a different school.

  “Love ya, bitch!” I tell her, sticking out my tongue, and she says, “Love you right back, bitch!”

  Then I turn around and walk toward Ariane with my head held high.

  “Hey, girl, I’m so glad you’re finally here!” she says, immediately hugging me, but in a weird non-touchy way, almost like some kind of ritual I wasn’t aware of. “How are you feeling today? Excited?”

  “Yeah, of course,” I lie, but I don’t want to come across as ungrateful, so I don’t tell her the truth. I’m already glad she was willing to help me out.

  “So this is our school, your new school … Black Mountain. Our colors are red and black, and our mascot is a cougar. Remember that. It’s important, especially if you want to try out for cheerleading. We’d love to have you.” She winks.

  God no. That shit makes me wanna vomit.

  We walk toward the building. “This is the main entrance, there’s the gym, and that’s where the cafeteria is.” She points at all the doors. “I already went ahead and got your roster for you so you won’t be held up at registration.” She whips out a piece of paper from her pink bag and hands it to me. “I’ve circled all your classes today, so you won’t get lost. The numbers are really easy, it’s just front to back, top to bottom, so A1 is the first room downstairs.”

  “Got it,” I reply as we go inside, but I’m not really listening because the place is huge, and I’m taking in as much as I can.

  “We have lunch in the cafeteria at twelve; you can sit with my friends and me,” Ariane says as we stop in front of the cafeteria door. “Our table is the one in the middle, there.” She points at one table, but I have no clue which one it is, so I’ll guess I’ll find out once it’s time to find her.

  “Oh, and Mr. D gave me permission to give you a teacher’s bathroom pass,” she says. “So you’ll have some privacy.” She smiles. “I know how hard it is for you.”

  I give her an awkward smile, as I don’t like talking about these things. I guess my mom told her about what happened, probably because Ariane was curious about why I was switching schools.

  “But they’re unisex bathrooms,” she suddenly says, and I look up in surprise.

  “Wait, what? Unisex?”

  “Yeah. But it’s fine. You’ll be like the only one there,” she says, waving it off. “I think.”

  Why do I feel like she doesn’t really know?

  Oh, boy.

  She hands me the pass. “Thanks,” I say, as I don’t want to appear ungrateful for her effort to give me a sort of haven.

  “You’re welcome!” she says with a super cheerful voice.

  We walk by most of the classrooms, and Ariane points out some things about each class, such as where the drama club is and how to sign up (like I ever would), and where the math club meets, where the theater is, and at what time the music club starts. She’s meticulous in her explanations, almost as if she’s afraid that if she skips a single item on her list, I won’t know how to find stuff for myself. She’s always been like this, and it makes me wonder if she thinks I’m dumb, or if she just hangs with a lot of dumb people. Probably the latter.

  “Okay, and that’s the tour!” she says cheerfully. “If you have any questions or problems, anything whatsoever, you know you can always come ask me, right?”

  “Of course,” I say, shrugging it off, but I didn’t listen to half of what she was saying anyway. I just looked around and marveled at the beauty of the building, and the uninterested looks of all the other students as though they didn’t even care I was there. And it was amazing. No one here knows who I am or what I’ve been through, and that feels so good. Not one second did I want to disappear.

  Until … him.

  A few seconds peeking into the band practice room is all that’s needed to make my jaw drop.

  Right there on the stage is the most gorgeous black-haired boy I’ve ever laid my eyes on. His jaw razor-sharp, his lips thick and kissable. Three distinct moles—two on each cheek and one on his chin. Brows slanted, cheeky, as though he’s perpetually daring someone to look at him—someone like me.

  He casually plays the guitar and sings his lungs out with a beautifully raspy voice. Suddenly, he adjusts the mic, and his green, devilish eyes land on me.

  This moment, this one second feels stuck in time.

  As though the world comes to a standstill, and all that’s left is him and me … and my heart that’s about to be thrashed to hell by the likes of him.

  A filthy, dirty smirk forms on his face.

  My fucking God.

  My heart just skipped a beat.

  “Monica? Monica!” Ariane’s suddenly right in front of me, snapping her fingers as though she’s trying to call for a butler. “Hello? What’s going on? What are you …?” The moment she turns her head, she’s silent, and then she mutters, “Oh …”

  “What’s his name?” I ask.

  She grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me aside, breaking the connection I had with that one boy who made my heart throb without ever touching it.

  “No,” she says in a way that reminds me of a stern mother speaking to a toddler. “Not him.”

  “What? No, I wasn’t—”

  “I saw you look,” she says. “You don’t wanna go there.”

  I don’t think my cheeks have ever been redder, but there you go. “I’m not—”

  “He’s bad. Like, really bad. I promise you, he’s the worst kind of asshole. Trust me on that,” she says, still clenching my arms as though she’s trying to stop me from going inside. “Don’t talk to him. Don’t get anywhere near him.”

  “Why not?” I ask, confused as to why she’d go to that length just to warn me.

  “Everywhere he goes, he leaves damage. He’s nothing but trouble.”

  I wonder if she means he damages property … or girls’ hearts.


  She pulls me along into a new hallway. “I promise you, there are plenty of hot guys here, and they’ll treat you much better than he ever will. I can introduce you to one if you like. I know some guys from the football team that are still single.” She winks.

  “I’m good,” I say, holding up my hands. “No boys for me.”

  “Oh, right …” She stops in her tracks. “I’m sorry, that was inconsiderate of me.”

  I wave it off as if it’s no biggie, even though it is. But I don’t want to make it a bigger deal than it already is. “It’s fine.”

  “I won’t push you to do anything, so tell me if I go too far, okay?” she says.

  “Thanks, I really appreciate you giving me a tour and helping me get settled here,” I reply.

  She leans in. “If anyone bothers you, you let me know.” She looks me in the eyes as if she wants to find my soul. “You know …”

  Yeah, I know what she means.

  “I won’t let it get that far, promise. No boys for me. I’ve learned my lesson.” I roll my eyes.

  “Boys only break your heart anyway,” she adds lightheartedly, but she has no clue—none at all—and it shows. “Oh, I think it’s about time for your first class to start,” she suddenly says. “C’mon.”

  Before I know it, she’s pulled me all the way upstairs, right in front of a classroom. “English!” she says. “The bell will ring soon, and I have something I need to take care of before my first class, so I gotta go if you don’t mind.”

  “Oh, it’s fine. Thanks so much for all your help,” I reply. I wonder what’s so important that she needs to take care of right off the bat when school hasn’t even started yet.

  “You’re welcome, but if you need anything else, just send a text. I’m always available.” She sends me some fake kisses. “Gotta run, love. Bye!”

  “Bye!” I wave her off, but I’m not really looking because all I can think of is that boy I just saw … and the way he looked at me that almost promised trouble.