Empire High Untouchables(Empire High #1)
by Ivy Smoak
Kindle Edition
Published July 9th 2020
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The Untouchables. That’s what everyone calls the Hunter and Caldwell brothers. At least, it’s my best friend’s nickname for them. And since she’s the only one that talks to me at my new school, I’ll take her word for it.
The nickname probably comes from the fact that they’re exorbitantly wealthy. Old wealth. The kind that isn’t flaunted around. But you can tell by the way they carry themselves. Or maybe the name just refers to the fact that they’re so beautiful it’s almost hard to look at them.
No matter the reason for their nickname, it’s an ironic one. Because I’ve only been going to this school for a week and I already want to touch.
Excerpt:
“We should probably exchange numbers for the project, don’t you think? And that way I can text you if I’m ever worried again," Matt said.
I forced my eyes not to roll. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”
Rob laughed. “Shot down, buddy. Sanders, you’re even cooler than I realized.”
“Okay, so no phone number,” Matt said. “We’re going to have to work on this outside of class though. So I need a way to contact you.”
My notebook page was very interesting so I didn’t look up. “I think we should just roll with the fitness thing since we’re all so passionate about it. We can split up the work for the project and do it independently.”
“Double shot down,” Rob said with a laugh.
Matt leaned forward even more, his strong forearms dangerously close to my notebook. “I was kind of hoping that we’d work really really dependently. Lots of visits to each other’s houses. Late-night study sessions. That kinda thing.”
I looked up at him to tell him he was ridiculous. That this project didn’t need study sessions because it was a project and not a test. But I swallowed down my words when I looked into his chocolaty brown eyes.
He smiled.
My throat made an awkward squeaking noise.
And the bell rang to save me.
“We should probably exchange numbers for the project, don’t you think? And that way I can text you if I’m ever worried again," Matt said.
I forced my eyes not to roll. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”
Rob laughed. “Shot down, buddy. Sanders, you’re even cooler than I realized.”
“Okay, so no phone number,” Matt said. “We’re going to have to work on this outside of class though. So I need a way to contact you.”
My notebook page was very interesting so I didn’t look up. “I think we should just roll with the fitness thing since we’re all so passionate about it. We can split up the work for the project and do it independently.”
“Double shot down,” Rob said with a laugh.
Matt leaned forward even more, his strong forearms dangerously close to my notebook. “I was kind of hoping that we’d work really really dependently. Lots of visits to each other’s houses. Late-night study sessions. That kinda thing.”
I looked up at him to tell him he was ridiculous. That this project didn’t need study sessions because it was a project and not a test. But I swallowed down my words when I looked into his chocolaty brown eyes.
He smiled.
My throat made an awkward squeaking noise.
And the bell rang to save me.
About the Author:
Ivy Smoak is the international bestselling author of new adult romance and psychological thrillers…because everyone knows those two things go together so well.
When she's not writing, you can find her binge watching too many TV shows, taking long walks, playing outside, and generally refusing to act like an adult.
She lives with her husband in Delaware. https://www.ivysmoak.com/
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