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Chaos at Prescott High
by C.M. Stunich
La saga es entretenida, sin más. Me gusta la obsesión de Victor por Bernie (me parece adorable que alguien que en teoría da miedo esté tan abiertamente enamorado de ella), lo bueno y cariñoso que es Aaron, lo bien que me cae Hael y el enemies-to-lovers que proporciona Oscar. Y me gustaría poder decir algo de Callum, pero es que no tengo ningún pensamiento respecto a él.
Es una de las cosas que no me terminan de convencer; no me gusta que en un RH haya una diferencia tan clara en el nivel de protagonismo que cada uno de los chicos tiene, pero aquí sí la veo y siento que va así: Victor, Aaron, Hael, Oscar y Callum.
El motivo del bullying me sigue dejando como una interrogación andante. Mira que se podría haber inventado cosas la autora, pero ¿que hicieron de su vida un infierno por su bien? Los personajes que ha creado C.M. Stunich no son lo suficientemente tontos como para que eso sea creíble.
FRASES Y MOMENTOS DESTACADOS
I’ll admit, when Bernadette stormed up to me in the hall on the first day of school, opening up those poison-painted lips to call Havoc, I was surprised. Then pleased. Then desperately, unbelievably sad. Because if she’s calling Havoc, then it means she has nothing to lose. It means the butterfly I tried to set free no longer has wings. I can keep her, but she’ll never fly again.
“You and Hael come back to me. If either of you gets arrested …” “Yes, balls, knife, no Havoc babies.”
I start to turn away, but he curls his fingers around mine and squeezes them tight. He may as well have wrapped that inked grip around my heart.
Do it first or do it best, but when somebody does it first and best, well, you're fucked.
There's no use going back to yesterday; I was a different person then.
I start to get lightheaded, my breathing shallow, like I can’t possibly take in too much air or there won’t be room for Aaron.
“Well, I’m hungry. You tired me out.” I sound like Bernadette, like the big bitch on campus, but … on the inside, I’m a kitten in his arms. Whereas Vic turns me into a lion and makes me want to roar, Aaron makes me purr like a baby.
If Vic is my poison, Aaron is my antidote.
“I can’t stand the thought of you hating me.”
“Good morning,” Callum says in that husky voice of his, standing by the table when I come downstairs. There’s a heap of chocolate in the center of it, a literal freaking mound. I narrow my eyes, and he grins back at me. “We heard. Congratulations on not being pregnant with Victor’s child.”
“Shut your mouth, you smart-ass,” Vic says as he leans back on the sofa and crosses his ankles on the coffee table.
I grab a dark chocolate bar from the table and try to forget how stupidly cute it was for them to think of getting me candy.
“You look at me the same way, you know, with that dichotomous intensity.”
“Victor doesn’t treat you well. None of them do. Why do you reward them with your affection? It disturbs me, Bernadette.”
“If you think I’m cleaning up a mess you made while fucking another guy, then you’ve seriously missed the boat on my personality.
“You know how I feel when I see you with another man, don’t you?”
“Grateful for a night off?”
“Hey kiddo,” I say when Heather comes tromping down the stairs to search in the fridge for some juice. She gives me a look that very clearly says, I’m busy, so what the fuck do you want? I raise an eyebrow and she whines at me.
“I’m in the middle of a game, Bernie,” she complains as Victor slips past her and into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around me from behind. My eyes narrow, but Heather gives a dramatic groan.
“Why are you always kissing on each other?” she demands, slamming the fridge door and turning to glare at us.
“Whoa,” Hael whistles with a laugh. Victor’s big body shakes behind me as he chuckles.
“Because we’re in love,” he murmurs, resting his chin on my shoulder. I can see Aaron rolling his eyes at the comment.
“Well, I don’t want you to be in love,” Heather declares, lifting her chin and crossing her arms over her Spiderman t-shirt. “I ship you and Aaron.”
“You ship us?” Aaron echoes, and it’s like he can’t control his face anymore. His lips twist up into a shit-eating smirk. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” Heather says as Vic stands up straight and frowns at her.
“I don’t want to be rude …” she starts, proving that she has most definitely been raised by Aaron and not by me. Look at Heather: you can tell it’s in our blood to be bitchy.
She notices the Havoc Boys before she even finishes crossing the street. No surprise there. You’d have to be blind, deaf, and dumb to miss these assholes.
Once we get to the office, Victor and I use one of the ancient computers in the room to fill out our information. When we get to the final screen that asks how we’d like our names written out, he clicks the option that reads Bernadette Channing before I get a chance to stop him.
“You goddamn prick,” I snap, and the woman behind the counter looks up at us with wide eyes.
(...)
To pay Victor back, I click Victor Blackbird on the second screen and hit submit.
“You cheeky cunt,” he snaps right back at me, and then we end up sitting in silence with Pamela until our number is called.
Es una de las cosas que no me terminan de convencer; no me gusta que en un RH haya una diferencia tan clara en el nivel de protagonismo que cada uno de los chicos tiene, pero aquí sí la veo y siento que va así: Victor, Aaron, Hael, Oscar y Callum.
El motivo del bullying me sigue dejando como una interrogación andante. Mira que se podría haber inventado cosas la autora, pero ¿que hicieron de su vida un infierno por su bien? Los personajes que ha creado C.M. Stunich no son lo suficientemente tontos como para que eso sea creíble.
FRASES Y MOMENTOS DESTACADOS
I’ll admit, when Bernadette stormed up to me in the hall on the first day of school, opening up those poison-painted lips to call Havoc, I was surprised. Then pleased. Then desperately, unbelievably sad. Because if she’s calling Havoc, then it means she has nothing to lose. It means the butterfly I tried to set free no longer has wings. I can keep her, but she’ll never fly again.
“You and Hael come back to me. If either of you gets arrested …” “Yes, balls, knife, no Havoc babies.”
I start to turn away, but he curls his fingers around mine and squeezes them tight. He may as well have wrapped that inked grip around my heart.
Do it first or do it best, but when somebody does it first and best, well, you're fucked.
There's no use going back to yesterday; I was a different person then.
I start to get lightheaded, my breathing shallow, like I can’t possibly take in too much air or there won’t be room for Aaron.
“Well, I’m hungry. You tired me out.” I sound like Bernadette, like the big bitch on campus, but … on the inside, I’m a kitten in his arms. Whereas Vic turns me into a lion and makes me want to roar, Aaron makes me purr like a baby.
If Vic is my poison, Aaron is my antidote.
“I can’t stand the thought of you hating me.”
“Good morning,” Callum says in that husky voice of his, standing by the table when I come downstairs. There’s a heap of chocolate in the center of it, a literal freaking mound. I narrow my eyes, and he grins back at me. “We heard. Congratulations on not being pregnant with Victor’s child.”
“Shut your mouth, you smart-ass,” Vic says as he leans back on the sofa and crosses his ankles on the coffee table.
I grab a dark chocolate bar from the table and try to forget how stupidly cute it was for them to think of getting me candy.
“You look at me the same way, you know, with that dichotomous intensity.”
“Victor doesn’t treat you well. None of them do. Why do you reward them with your affection? It disturbs me, Bernadette.”
“If you think I’m cleaning up a mess you made while fucking another guy, then you’ve seriously missed the boat on my personality.
“You know how I feel when I see you with another man, don’t you?”
“Grateful for a night off?”
“Hey kiddo,” I say when Heather comes tromping down the stairs to search in the fridge for some juice. She gives me a look that very clearly says, I’m busy, so what the fuck do you want? I raise an eyebrow and she whines at me.
“I’m in the middle of a game, Bernie,” she complains as Victor slips past her and into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around me from behind. My eyes narrow, but Heather gives a dramatic groan.
“Why are you always kissing on each other?” she demands, slamming the fridge door and turning to glare at us.
“Whoa,” Hael whistles with a laugh. Victor’s big body shakes behind me as he chuckles.
“Because we’re in love,” he murmurs, resting his chin on my shoulder. I can see Aaron rolling his eyes at the comment.
“Well, I don’t want you to be in love,” Heather declares, lifting her chin and crossing her arms over her Spiderman t-shirt. “I ship you and Aaron.”
“You ship us?” Aaron echoes, and it’s like he can’t control his face anymore. His lips twist up into a shit-eating smirk. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” Heather says as Vic stands up straight and frowns at her.
“I don’t want to be rude …” she starts, proving that she has most definitely been raised by Aaron and not by me. Look at Heather: you can tell it’s in our blood to be bitchy.
She notices the Havoc Boys before she even finishes crossing the street. No surprise there. You’d have to be blind, deaf, and dumb to miss these assholes.
Once we get to the office, Victor and I use one of the ancient computers in the room to fill out our information. When we get to the final screen that asks how we’d like our names written out, he clicks the option that reads Bernadette Channing before I get a chance to stop him.
“You goddamn prick,” I snap, and the woman behind the counter looks up at us with wide eyes.
(...)
To pay Victor back, I click Victor Blackbird on the second screen and hit submit.
“You cheeky cunt,” he snaps right back at me, and then we end up sitting in silence with Pamela until our number is called.