King of Hawthorne Prep

Welcome to Hawthorne Prep—where ivy clings to stone walls, a wrought iron gate keeps out the townies, and privilege comes with a price.A few months ago, the thought of leaving Chicago for Nowheresville, Wisconsin was laughable. And yet, here I am—stuck in a plaid skirt and navy blazer, my only consolation the brand-new G-Wagon parked in the driveway.All I have to do is keep my head down, survive senior year, and get out. Easy, right?Wrong.At Hawthorne Prep, blending in isn’t an option. There’s a king who rules this kingdom, and he’s determined to bring me to my knees. Turns out that being a Hawthorne in this town comes with a price and he’s going to make damn sure I pay what’s owed.