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(Made Men, #1


Sarah Brianne

Young Ink Press Publication


Copyright © 2014 by Sarah Brianne


Edited by C&D Editing, and Hot Tree Editing

Cover Art by Young Ink Press


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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.


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Table of Contents


Chapter One | High School

Chapter Two | Bimbo #1

Chapter Three | Fight Fire with Fire

Chapter Four | Real Deal Whacking and

Chapter Five | Don’t Lie to Me

Chapter Six | Protect the Family

Chapter Seven | A Deal With the Devil

Chapter Eight | Like a Disney Movie

Chapter Nine | Walk Beside the Beast

Chapter Ten | I’m Not a Rat

Chapter Eleven | The Big Bad Wolf Wanted a Taste

Chapter Twelve | Death Wish

Chapter Thirteen | How to Willingly Love a Caruso in a

Chapter Fourteen |
The Enjoyment of Terrorizing Little Kids

Chapter Fifteen | I Want a Fucking Hug

Chapter Sixteen | What’s Up His Butt?

Chapter Seventeen | A Page from Chloe’s

Chapter Eighteen | I Will Enjoy Watching You Scream

Chapter Nineteen | Perfect, Let’s All Break Necks

Chapter Twenty | I Bet You Can’t Even Aim Your Piss in the

Chapter Twenty-One | The Two Sides of Elle

Chapter Twenty-Two | You Wouldn’t Let Me Have My Way With You

Chapter Twenty-Three | An Itch That Needs to be Scratched

Chapter Twenty-Four | Can You Pass the Sugar?

Chapter Twenty-Five | Thanks for Killing Our Fucking Dreams

Chapter Twenty-Six | You’ve got This All Wrong, Motherfucker

Chapter Twenty-Seven | Out of the Poison's Doors

Chapter Twenty-Eight | The Horror in the Mirror

Chapter Twenty-Nine | The Five Stages of Heartbreak

Chapter Thirty | The Clock is Ticking

Chapter Thirty-One | Not Even a Morsel Was Left

Chapter Thirty-Two | I Didn’t Mean to Scare You

Chapter Thirty-Three | The Sound of Defeat

Chapter Thirty-Four | A Lot of Makeup Caking

Chapter Thirty-Five | A Work of Art

Chapter Thirty-Six | How Does It Taste?

Chapter Thirty-Seven | Time’s up

Chapter Thirty-Eight | Made Men

Chapter Thirty-Nine | February

Chapter Forty | March

Chapter Forty-One | April

Chapter Forty-Two | May

Chapter Forty-Three | The Scariest Place on Earth

Chapter Forty-Four | BEEP…BEEP…BEEP…

Chapter Forty-Five | The Boogieman

Chapter Forty-Six | Roll Out the Golden Carpet

Chapter Forty-Seven | Wash Me

Chapter Forty-Eight | The Real Nero

Chapter Forty-Nine | Happily Ever After



High School Dropouts


Elle sat in Spanish
, staring at the clock. She swore the classroom was a hundred degrees.

With t
hree minutes until lunch, she really missed Christmas break. Not once during the entire break had she gotten this sick feeling. No matter how many times the sensation took over her body, she could never become used to it. It was like an impending doom kind of feeling.

Elle hated school
. No, Elle despised school with all her being. The one reason she was surviving Legacy Prep High was because of her only friend in the world, Chloe Masters.

Chloe needed her
. Yes, Elle was bullied, but Chloe, now she was tortured. Elle would do anything to keep her safe. She deserved a protector, especially after what had happened.

All the money
Elle had saved up working this Christmas break had to go to her high school tuition. Otherwise, she would get kicked out, and that would mean no protection for Chloe. Elle luckily had a scholarship to pay most of her tuition because of her grades, but she had to pay the rest by working at the diner almost every night.

Two minutes
until lunch.
I thought when you stared at a clock, it was supposed to make time go slower.

was dreading lunch. The students hadn’t been able to pick on her and Chloe since the last day before break, which meant they were all going to let out their pent-up aggression on them. God help them.

With o
ne minute until lunch, Elle turned her head to see Chloe since the clock was no longer serving her any purpose. Her heart broke a little. Chloe’s head was, of course, hung down, and she was wringing her hands in her lap. That was her thing whenever she was nervous.

pictured her sweet face under her sheet of hair, marred by the deep slashes on her features. One stretched from two inches above her eyebrow down to the hollow in her cheek; the other slash was one inch above and below her lips. Both were on the right side of her face.

Elle shivered at the memory of seeing her for the first time since the new mar
kings and then jumped when the lunch bell rang. She grabbed her satchel and stood.

ou can do this.
However, the sick feeling was because she really didn’t believe she could.

She went to the door and felt Chloe at her back
. This was where you could always find Chloe, right behind Elle, for the last three-and-a-half-years. Slowly, Chloe had started inching over every day until she walked just one step directly behind Elle. They had quickly learned that walking side by side meant a bigger target.

he stepped over the line into the hall and headed toward the cafeteria, walking a slow pace. She had a system down for the usual hall breaks; you wanted to take the shortest route to the next class unless there was a huge crowd. A huge crowd meant the ones who picked on them like Cassandra, the school’s queen bee. She had learned to never linger because they were always better off in a classroom; the teachers usually stayed in it during hall breaks, waiting for their next class. Lastly, don’t look anyone in the eyes. Although, Elle never kept her head down to the floor; that was a bad idea, plus she was never that type of person anyways.

his was the only time the halls were safe for them, though. The cafeteria awaited with far greater dangers for her and Chloe.

Elle reached the
lunchroom and looked at her options. Here there were two lines. Line one was different each day, whether it was pizza, turkey, or meatloaf; it was whatever had been decided for the menu at the beginning of each month. Line two was always the same; chicken patty or hamburger and fries every day. However, Elle and Chloe didn’t have two options; they had one—whichever line had the less scary people in it. It also meant they usually got stuck in the line that didn’t taste the best.

Elle walked toward the back of the
shortest line, all of the other students having thought the other option was better. Elle looked over to it, coming to the same conclusion.

ar better
, she thought

Elle saw two figures cut
farther up in the line. She and Chloe didn’t make a move to call a foul on it, though. It was better not to draw attention.

“You didn’t call or text me one time over break
. Didn’t you miss me?” Cassandra wrapped her arms around Nero’s neck.

grabbed her waist. “Sorry, babe. I’ve been busy.”

Caruso. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. He was more muscular than almost all of the other seniors but still slender. Cut is how Elle described that body-type. She could tell he had trimmed his hair over break. She thought it was strange because he’d always had it longer and slicked back for as long as she could remember. Now that it was much shorter, his hair had movement. She liked it better this way. “Does that mean you’re too busy for me tonight?” Elle could see Cassandra’s breasts rise higher.

In the next instant, Nero caught Elle staring. He held her gaze with his green eyes and then leaned down to whisper something in Cassandra’s ear.

“Get a room!” someone yelled in the line.

Cassandra snapped her head back and caught them staring at each other, giving Elle a menacing look. With that, Elle was able to break the eye contact. She felt e
mbarrassed to be caught gawking at them. She had trained herself to never look any of the students in the eye, especially during PDA.

Geez, what is wrong with me today
? All Elle needed was to piss Cassandra off. She’d had it out for her since freshman year when a boy Cassandra must have liked complimented Elle on her hair. Cassandra made sure to make Elle the school’s target, and the boy had nothing to do with her from that moment on.

The line finally moved along and
they were able to grab a tray. Lasagna, green beans, and applesauce were on the menu today.
Honestly, it could be worse

a water out of the cooler, she reached the lunch lady, giving her lunch number to her. “1089.”

“You can charge the first week only
, Elle, then you need to either put money in your account or bring money with you every day.” The lunch lady spoke louder than Elle thought necessary. “We are not going through this again this year.”

Elle didn’t think she could
have felt any sicker. “I will.” She moved over so Chloe could give her number.

“1072.” Elle knew she could
have, in fact, gotten sicker at the look on Chloe’s frightened face knowing they would have to make it to their table now.

Elle started walking to t
heir usual spot. There were several tables scattering the cafeteria. The studious students used the tables closest to the lines; they weren’t picked on, just ignored really. The tables in the back of the cafeteria were used by the popular crowd. Elle and Chloe, on the other hand, had always eaten at the same table for the past three and a half years—the one closest to the door. This table was in-between the two sides but closest to the studious side. Just one table full of nerds separated Chloe and Elle from the popular kids. The robots.

Elle sat with her back to the door
; she liked the full view of the cafeteria. Chloe sat opposite of her; she wanted the back of her head to the rest of the world.

“Did you sleep last night?” Elle asked sympathetically. Elle knew
Chloe never slept much with the nightmares, but today she looked like she hadn’t even slept a full hour last night. She looked pale, almost ghostly. Her black hair was now dull as it attempted to conceal the right side of her face. She noticed the hollows under her stark, gray eyes.

“Not much
. I really didn’t want to start school back up, I guess.” Chloe forced a smile for her friend.

Elle looked at Chloe sympathetically. “Don’t worry
, Chloe. This will be our last semester of high school. Then, we don’t have to see the robots’ faces ever again. Besides, maybe forty-five minutes will go quicker than we remember,” Elle said, trying to make light of their situation.

“We were gone three weeks
, Elle, not three years,” Chloe replied lightly.

, a lot can happen in three weeks. Robots could have asked for a heart over break.” They both laughed over that.

“If that was the case
, then my whole high school career was one long nightmare and I will wake up right…” Chloe squeezed her eyes shut and opened them a second later, “Now. Well, it looks like no one asked Glenda the Good Witch for help.” Elle laughed hard and Chloe couldn’t help joining in. Elle was glad when Chloe loosened up.

hey both began eating their lunch while Elle carefully looked at the robot’s tables. That side was actually pretty diverse. You had a few athlete tables consisting of a full football team table and the rest being a mixture of baseball, softball, basketball and soccer. This left just a few tables.

er most hated table was the fashionista one, who only bought designer labels and were all mostly cheerleaders. Cassandra was, of course, the head of that table. The table adjoining Cassandra’s consisted of the filthy rich, and I mean,
. They were all boys with the head being Sebastian, which was Cassandra’s twin brother. Elle shivered in fright at not only the sight of him, but the sound of his name.

This brought you to the final table,
which Elle really couldn’t describe. Three guys had always sat there; one was Nero, who was basically the king of Legacy Prep, and the other two were his crew, as the school liked to call them. The big one was Amo and the smaller one was Vincent; both were seniors, as well. However, Elle noticed a new boy sitting with them.

e must be a freshman
. Elle wondered who he was. All she could see was his dirty-blond hair from the back.

suddenly felt like someone had stepped in her personal space. That was when she realized she had made a huge mistake—she’d dropped her guard.

“I have been looking for you all day
. I have a little mess and I needed the waitress to clean up for me.” Cassandra took Elle’s plate and pushed it off the table. Then the high-pitched screech of her voice started back again. “Go on, clean it up, waitress.”

The whole cafeteria grew silent at her words. That word
made Elle’s skin crawl, and yet it might as well be her birth name here as far as they were concerned.

Elle thought about
the two options she had. Option one: blatantly ignore it or pretend you didn’t hear it; and option two: respond with either a witty response or a few short words. She chose the first then stared at Chloe, wishing she hadn’t by her panicked expression.

, I know you hear me.” Cassandra took Chloe’s plate and held it above her head. Chloe quickly tried to move out of the way, but two of Cassandra’s fake blonde bimbos moved to stand on either side of her, forcing her to sit back down. “Clean up the mess like a waitress is supposed to do, or the little freak will have her own mess to clean up.”

was the only other word that made her skin crawl more than waitress.

Elle felt a washrag hit her face
, courtesy of Sebastian. She took a moment to see Chloe wringing her hands. She didn’t want this for her.

ay, this couldn’t be worse. Of all days to have the three messiest foods.
Elle swallowed her pride and picked up the washrag. Then she really swallowed her pride when she got down to clean the mess up off the floor.

When Elle was done
shaming herself, she walked over to Chloe. “Come on, Chloe. Let’s go.” She held her hand out. She knew Chloe would never take it, but she would get the message to get out of there.

, you missed a spot.” Cassandra was about to tip the plate over Chloe’s head, and as a result, Elle did the only thing she could think of. She pushed the plate harder in the opposite direction, all over Cassandra.

The cafeteria was filled with mixed emotions
. Some couldn’t help laughing while the others were too in shock of what had just happened to react at all. Elle felt sicker than she had ever been in her whole life. She was seriously about to vomit up the little lunch she hadn’t mopped off the floor.

ou fucking bitch!” Cassandra’s voice screeched higher than anyone thought imaginable. “You are done.”

Elle knew only one option remained
now. Run.

Elle grabbed the back
of Chloe’s shirt. She was in serious shock, but not enough to hinder her from getting the hell out of dodge. Elle ran straight for the door; this was the whole reason they sat at the table closest to it.

Right before she was going to pass through
it, though, she noticed Mr. Evans standing in the doorway. Mr. Evans was her first period English teacher and the only English teacher in Legacy Prep who believed you could be creative in English; not to mention he was nice to look at—all the girls had a crush on him since he started teaching here at the beginning of the year.

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