Good Girls by Max Henry
Series: Arcadia High Anarchists, #1
Genre: Mature YA Romance
Release: July 16, 2019
Boys versus girls. Those who have it all versus those who’d do anything to get it.
Caught between two worlds, I no longer know who I am.
I was one of the Chosen. Four girls, and four boys, destined to have it all: wealth, status, and a future. Now, I find myself on the other side looking for a way back in.
My father’s criminal case meant we lost it all. Forced out of our home, our city, our life, we started anew in a sweet country town called Arcadia.
Except after one day as “the new girl” I know there isn’t a single sweet thing about Arcadia High. Trouble brews amongst the student body. Love, lies, and betrayal. And when the consequences spill out the decorative gates?
These spoilt country kids won’t know what hit them after the city come to collect.
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Caught between two worlds, Lacey is going through a identity crisis. Being an outcast is not something she anticipated but after her father’s criminal case it was inevitable. Now, she has to navigate her new life between a town full of secrets and the students of Arcadia High.
This book was so unexpected, I almost forgot myself my the end of it.
I don’t wanna give any hints as this book should be enjoyed going in blind so I’ll be pretty vague.
I’m new to reading bully romances and honestly 90% of them ick me out but I LOVE Max Henry and she came through. I think it was mostly because half of this book felt like a family drama and I was really into it. I got more and more invested in the story the more I read it.
My the end of it I had 200 questions and I can’t even wait for book 2. Max has created and intriguing new world of secrets and lies and I really want to see how it all enfolds. It’s going to be one rocky, exciting ride.
The swing door jerks open, ricocheting off the wall. I lift my eyes, chin down, and check the reflection. Dee. Crap.
“Oh,” she chuckles. “You doing your own laundry now too, Gucci?”
“My name is Lacey,” I grind out.
She lifts her hands, striding into a stall. It doesn’t shut her up any. “You know, there’s a real easy way you can be left alone.”
I return to researching stain removal while she pees.
“You want to know what it is?” The cistern flushes, the door to her stall swinging open shortly after.
“I get the feeling you’ll tell me anyway.”
She pumps soap in her hand at the sink beside mine, watching me in the mirror. “Stay the fuck away from our men.”
“Last I checked they didn’t have your names tattooed on them.”
The bitch strolls behind me to then reach out and dry her hands on the clear part of my shirt. “Oh. Woops. I’ve made it worse.” She snatches it off the sink before I can stop her. “Let me take care of this for you.”
To my horror, she strides back into the stall and stuffs my shirt into the sanitary bin. I lunge after her, but she fends me off with a boot kicked out behind her.
“Seriously!” I holler, arms tense with rage.
“As I said,” she says with a pitying smile. “Stay the fuck away from our men, and we’ll lay off the heat.”
“You don’t get it, do you?” I grind out as she waltzes toward the door.
“Get what? That you’re not welcome here?”
I cross my arms over my chest. “That picking on me only makes me fight back harder.”
She snorts, giving a little head wiggle. “Then it’s your funeral, bitch.”
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