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  The Initiation

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  BEVERLY HILLS PREP ACADEMY - THE COMPLETE BOXSET

  First edition. December 23, 2019.

  Copyright © 2019 Melissa Adams.

  Written by Melissa Adams.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Copyright © 2019 Melissa Adams | This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. Except for brief quotations in any reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without the prior written consent of the authors.

  1. | New Girl

  2. | Staying Away

  3. | A Midnight Kiss

  4. | Interactions

  5. | Party Hard

  6. | Cruel Intentions

  7. | Rules Of Engagement

  8. | Call Me... Maybe?

  9. | Tests

  10. | Quid Pro Quo*

  11. | Blast From The Past

  12. | Lost And Found

  13. | Pros And Cons

  14. | Family Ties

  15. | Homecoming

  16. | Ghosts Of Wednesdays Past

  17. | The Initiation

  18. | Thankful

  19. | Boys Will Be Boys

  20. | Dangerous Liaisons

  21. | Yale

  22. | Wanna Bet?

  23. | Going Down

  24. | Christmas Day Massacre

  Epilogue

  Beverly Hills Prep Academy | The Reputation

  1. | A School With Boys

  2. | Earth Shattering

  3. | Rally Girl

  4. | Reputation

  5. | The Deal

  6. | Lonely

  7. | Toys

  8. | Rally Ready Check List

  9. | Feel It

  10. | Best Laid Plans

  11. | Game On

  12. | Twisted

  13. | Feelings

  14. | The Art Of War

  15. | Five Little Words

  16. | Daddy Dearest

  17. | Aubrey

  18. | Mothers And Daughters

  19. | Shatter

  20. | Strategy

  21. | Innocence

  22. | Wedding

  23. | Love Me Tender

  24. | Live And Let Lie

  25. | Broken

  26. | The Right Thing

  27. | Prom

  The Retribution | A Beverly Hills Prep Academy Novel

  1. | Summer Loving

  2. | Cheer Squad

  3. | A Kissing Game

  4. | Team Roster

  5. | Team Spirit

  6. | Chances

  7. | A Dream Come True

  8. | The End Of The World

  9. | Hit Me Baby One More Time

  10. | The School Of Hard Knox

  11. | Messed Up

  12. | Team Work

  13. | Home Sweet Home

  14. | Rumour Has It

  15. | Grovelling

  16. | Hostile Truce

  17. | Rally Boys

  18. | The Eye Of The Storm

  19. | A Perfect Match

  20. | Together

  21. | Tests

  22. | Family Reunion

  23. | Retribution

  Epilogue

  BONUS CHAPTERS | Bully Her | 1. | Rebuild

  Office Chair Merry Go Round

  Acknowledgements

  To Everyone that has made a positive difference in my life. Thank you.

  Copyright © 2019 Melissa Adams

  This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. Except for brief quotations in any reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without the prior written consent of the authors.

  WARNING: This is a Light Bully Romance. This means that the men in Ayla's harem won't always behave nicely and will sometimes be harsh and often be victim of their own flaws.

  Every sexual act or situation described in this story is completely consensual and takes place between two adults (except for maybe one time when Ayla is still seventeen but it's a milder scene).

  Possible trigger warnings might be: mild gang violence, underage (21) drinking and drug misuse.

  Finally this book’s spelling is British (like the author): so if you see neighbours instead of neighbors, centre instead of center and a few other different spellings it's because of that, they aren't typos.

  1.

  New Girl

  Ayla

  “Good morning. I’m here to pick up my schedule.”

  The school secretary looks at me with an indulgent smile and nods towards the silky orange and grey scarf that is a compulsory part of my uniform.

  “Miss...?”

  “Jennings. Ayla Jennings.”

  “Miss Jennings, do you have a copy of the BHPA grooming regulations?”

  I look at my backpack with a touch of hesitation: the school sent an enrollment pack that consisted, I shit you not, of an iPad Pro.

  Aside from the fact that it was the most advanced piece of technology in my house, it contained all my text books for the school year and the million different rules and guidelines that the students at Beverly Hills Prep Academy have to abide to.

  Mrs. Avery brings up the grooming manual on her flat screen and shows me that the senior year orange and grey scarf has to be worn at all times during the whole school day except for PE and can be tied in the two permitted styles: ‘Competition Style’ which is leaving two long strands of the scarf by the right side of the neck and shoulders and reminds me a bit of the aviators in the old Hollywood movies I love to watch.

  Alternatively ‘Pussy Bow Style’ is in fact a fluffy bow still worn on the right side of your neck.

  I sigh and start tying the bow while the secretary brings up and prints a copy of my schedule.

  “Oh...”

  She looks at me, taken aback and I’m ready to swear that I’m going to go tie my scarf in front of a mirror when she hands me a red slip of paper.

  “Miss Jennings, I had no idea that you were one of our A-Class seniors.”

  I must look as confused as I feel because she explains.

  “You have a perfect GPA from your old school in Illinois and you received one hundred percent in all the sections of our entrance exam.

  That means that you are one of the twenty students in our Advanced Senior Class: the A-Class.

  You will not be moving from class to class during your school day, it will be your teachers who come to the A-Room to deliver their classes, which are all AP classes. Your curriculum is predetermined and no changes are allowed, I’m afraid. This also means that you will attend classes with the same people in every single class for the whole school year. But graduating from our A-Class translates in being offered a spot in virtually every Ivy League School in North America.”

  “Oh... Uhm... Thank you?”

  This is something I didn’t expect.

  No one even told me about this A-Class.

  “Please, walk to the end of the corridor to room twenty five. That’s your class. You
will have home room and study periods in that class too. Welcome to BHPA, Miss Jennings and good luck.”

  I walk out of the office looking at the map on the back of my schedule and I’m so concerned about finding the right room that I don’t see the couple walking in the opposite direction.

  I walk right into them and the guy is so tall and big that it’s like crashing against a wall.

  “Hey! Watch where you're going, you stupid bitch!”

  It’s a feminine voice, so high pitch that I almost have to protect my ears with my hands.

  It belongs to a really short, petite girl with a shiny perfect bob of blonde hair and an obvious disregard for the grooming regulations that Mrs. Avery has just reminded me of, because not only she isn’t wearing a scarf but she’s rocking a red, lacy half cup bra that shows through the white shirt of our school uniform.

  The guy has raven black hair and piercing blue eyes and he must be at least six foot four.

  The corner of his upper lip lifts in a smirk while he gives me a once over, his gaze stopping level with my chest.

  The girl doesn’t miss what kind of appraisal her boyfriend is performing because she scowls:

  “Seriously, Sam! Do you need fucking glasses or what? She’s fugly!”

  The guy’s gaze hardens but his voice remains even, almost making him sound bored.

  “Well, Michelle! You should've thought about how this would feel when you fucked your piano instructor at that music summer camp... Because of that, we aren't together anymore!”

  Michelle pushes him, irritated but he’s as solid as a brick wall and doesn't budge in the slightest.

  “I just sucked your dick in your car, in the fucking school parking lot!”

  He smiles evilly and doesn't even bother looking at her:

  “Well, that speaks volumes about your character then, doesn't it?”

  She gasps, outraged and chases after him protesting.

  “But, Sam! I love you...”

  “Not my problem, darling. If you feel like sucking cock, you know where to find me, otherwise I'm sure I’ll manage just fine.”

  He walks towards the end of the corridor, leaving Michelle gaping at his back.

  But her shock isn't long lived because she turns to me and snaps:

  “If you think that you have a chance with him, you're wrong, new girl! Sam is mine, you better get that in your bottle red head!”

  I don't even bother correcting her erroneous assumption that my auburn hair is the result of a good hairdressers work but put her straight on the other assumption that I’m interested in Sam.

  “Sure. I don't know who the heck you or your boyfriend are. I just got here. I was just trying to find my class.”

  I don't tell her that despite Sam being absolutely drop dead gorgeous, I could never be interested in a guy who lets his ex give him a blow job knowing full well that he's no longer interested in her.

  I walk away in the same direction Sam went: Mrs. Avery did mention the end of the corridor and the first bell rang a few minutes ago.

  EM

  I PARK MY JEEP NEAR Alex's Porsche and look at my reflection in the rear view mirror: this year things will be different.

  This year I’ll be initiated into the midst of the A-Team: I have both the looks and the achievements they are looking for.

  I lock my car and after picking up my schedule, I head for my locker: I made it into the A-Class and I worked out all summer so I’m ready for football tryouts.

  Jenna, my crush since freshman year, comes past me, gives me an appreciative once over and then runs along towards our new classroom.

  No recognition flickers in her brown eyes and I let a slow smile form on my lips.

  My so called friends haven't seen me since the end of our junior year back in June and I bet that none of them will recognise me.

  I pop into the boys bathroom to make sure that I look good and I smile at my reflection in the mirror.

  My nickname at school since freshman year is EM, short for Egg Man.

  It was Alex who cruelly gave me that nickname on our very first day of high school because I was short, fat, wore glasses and according to him I resembled Humpty Dumpty... Hence, Egg Man.

  At first it hurt and I tried to fight it but then I decided to roll with it and use it to my advantage rather than let it hurt me.

  Alex and the A-Team loved making fun of me, sure, but it was mostly a friendly ribbing and the fact that they didn't see me as a threat to their popularity and I put my IT skills at their service, made them unofficially accept me into their group.

  I was a mascot of sorts and I got to hang out with them, to know all their secrets.

  But this year I’ve changed: I’m athletic, I grew ten inches and lost fifty pounds during the summer, I wear contacts and I look as good as any of the A-Team: the most popular guys in school.

  This year, I won't be their little pity mascot, I’ll be one of them.

  I leave the bathroom just as the second bell rings and I make my way to room twenty five: A-Class and A-Team, here I come!

  This year is going to be epic.

  When I get to the door, I almost walk straight into a petite girl who's standing in front of the door.

  She’s looking at the door knob as if it could actually bite her if she touched it.

  I look at her from behind: she has long, silky dark auburn hair, a thin waist and slim legs.

  “Hey! Are you going to get inside? Or are you looking for a different class? This is the A-Class. If you are lost, I can...”

  When she turns to face me, I’m stunned by her beautiful green eyes, shadowed by the longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen.

  She’s wearing very little make-up but somehow her natural look makes her all the more beautiful.

  “No, sorry. It's the right class, I was just—”

  She takes a deep breath as if bracing herself for something and when she opens the door, I follow her inside the room.

  The laughter and chitchat noise die down as soon as we enter the classroom and everyone turns to stare at me and the new girl.

  I meet Alex’s gaze straight away: he’s sitting on a desk and holding court surrounded by the rest of the A-Team and a few of the girls in the class.

  His blonde hair is cut super short at the back and sides of his head and longer on the top of his head, falling defiantly on one side of his forehead.

  His dark blue eyes skim repeatedly over the new girl and his gaze hardens when they rest on me.

  “Can we help you? This is the A-Class, if you need directions for your own home room.”

  New girl produces a red slip and smiles tentatively.

  “I was told the A-Class was the class I should find.”

  Alex smirks and offers his most charming smile:

  “I see... We have fresh meat. It's very rare for anyone who hasn't attended their whole high school career at BHPA to get into the Senior A-Class. There must be more to you than just red hair and tits...”

  New girl blushes and her lips tighten in a straight line: she looks furious and absolutely adorable.

  “Well, since you are in this class too, there must be more to you than just muscles and chauvinism.”

  Alex’s smile widens.

  “Feisty! Ooohhh...”

  New girl glares at him and then goes to sit at a desk in the second row.

  Alex turns his attention to me and his gaze is not nearly as amused as it was with new girl.

  “What about you, dude? We get all the smart new people today.... What’s your name?”

  I take a deep breath before answering.

  Now see, my name is also Alex.

  This is why I hope to get accepted and initiated into the A-Team.

  The A-team consists of three guys and... They are all called Alex.

  However, being the Alpha male that he is, only Alex is allowed to go by his given name.

  The other two go by nicknames Alex picked for them.

  There’s Sam: his
first name is obviously Alex but his last name is Samson, hence Sam.

  And Tuna: first name also Alex but there was a bit of a surfing accident where Tuna saw a fin at a distance while surfing with the other two and freaked out, thinking it was a shark, but it was a huge tuna fish.

  From that day onwards he has been known as Tuna.

  Now, I know way too well that I can't use my first name and that most probably, I’ll always be Egg Man.

  So I just own up to it.

  “I’m surprised you didn't recognise me.”

  And recognition is the emotion that flashes into Alex’s eyes.

  Possibly mixed with a bit of surprise and a whole lot of annoyance.

  “Egg Man? What the fuck did you do? Did you spend all summer throwing up all those twinkies you used to snack on? Holy shit, dude! Next thing I know, you’ll be trying out for the football team...”

  Everybody is staring at me, including Jenna, so I smile a little embarrassed and nod.

  “That’s the plan...”

  Alex’s expression hardens for a second but then he must decide to play nice in front of the whole A-Class, so he claps me on the back and smiles, magnanimous:

  “Fuck, if I’m not proud of you! The caterpillar turned into a little butterfly! If you get into the team, you might have a shot at the A-Team!”

  That's exactly what I want but I know better than to make Alex privy to something I actually want: he has a bit of a God complex.

  He thinks that he's the king of BHPA and he determines others social status at school.

  Obviously Alex comes from one of the richest families in the country, easily the richest in California.

  He’s the school quarterback, his parties are legendary and any girl would kill to catch his attention even for just one night, because after being seen with Alex, she could have her pick of anyone she wanted at BHPA.

  Of course, being accepted into Alex's inner circle, means having all sorts of perks.

  It means having the best of the best and being at the top of the food chain here at BHPA.

  To be considered a part of the A-Team, your first name must be Alex, you need to come from money and be part of the BHPA varsity football team.

  Legend has it that a few guys legally changed their name to Alex to be accepted but so far only Sam and Tuna have been that lucky.