Broken Hill Hearts: The Broken Hill High Series (Book 4)

  © 2019 Sheridan Anne.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

  All Rights Reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.

  Cover Design by: Sheridan Anne

  Photograph: Viktor Solomin

  Editing by: Sheridan Anne and Jessie Lynn

  Formatting by: Sheridan Anne

  Introduction

  I have never been at such a low.

  School work? Stuff it.

  Manners? Get screwed.

  Being a decent human being? Over my dead body.

  And it’s all because of him.

  Nate was supposed to be the reason I wake up in the morning, until he took that reason away. Now, I’m left feeling like an empty shell of the girl I used to be.

  He’s the love of my life. Always has been and always will be. I don’t doubt it, he’s going to come running back, and when he does, you better believe it, I’m going to make him work for it. Right down to the bone.

  Thank God I have my girls and Jesse. Without them, I’d be lost.

  Oh, and not to mention, I have Ashley Samuels and Phoenix Reilly keeping my mind more than busy. They better watch out because I’ve already lost the one thing that’s important to me. I’ve got nothing else to lose and revenge will be sweet.

  Don’t miss this nail-biting fourth installment of The Broken Hill High Series. You won’t be sorry!

  WARNING: The Broken Hill High Series is a Young Adult / New Adult Romance filled with LOL moments, teenage angst, and of course, all the swoon-worthy moments I know you’re all dying for. This series is recommended for mature readers due to cursing and sexual content. If this offends you, then steer clear of this bad boy romance!

  For everyone else, dive in and have fun!

  **DISCLAIMER – Broken Hill High has seen a few minor changes to some of our beloved character names. These changes have been updated throughout the complete series.

  My sincerest apologies for any confusion.

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  Changes are as follows:

  Cade – Caden

  Bec – Brylee

  Parker – Puck

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Author Biography

  Other books by Sheridan Anne

  Chapter 1

  On and on it goes.

  Two weeks and four days.

  Three weeks and one day.

  Six long weeks and six fucking days.

  Two damn months.

  When will this end?

  I miss him so damn much.

  I have officially been his ex for two months. I still can’t believe it. It hurts every time I think about it; but as time goes by, I learn to manage the pain. No matter how bad it sucks.

  I see him every day at school and watching him walk by, giving me one of those sexy smirks that I love so much makes me want to run to him. But knowing how deeply he loves me, combined with the fact we’re not together makes me want to throat punch him.

  But I can’t run to him. Not yet at least. Well, to be honest, if I did do that, no doubt he’d catch me and hold me until the pain eases. No matter what our situation is, he’s always ready to give me exactly what I need… mostly.

  I am his and he is mine. Right down to the core. I know it, he knows it, the whole damn school knows it, but until we’re able to be the best versions of ourselves, we can’t be together. When we were, we were a ticking time bomb which went off over and over again.

  We were lethal together. Each other’s drug which we grew way too addicted to. I relied on it. Hell, I’m still addicted, but for us to work, we need to find a healthy middle ground.

  My pity party for one is disturbed when none other than Jesse Ryder comes waltzing into my den on Sunday night. Though, the issue is that I can’t decide if it’s a good or bad thing. “What are you doing here?” I groan as he knocks my feet off the coffee table and strides past me to collapse down into the couch.

  A heavy sigh passes his lips as he leans forward and props his elbows on his knees, focusing solely on the floor before him. “I’m in trouble,” he tells me.

  I watch him for a moment, but the look on his face tells me this is no joke. The idiot has gone and done something bad that I’m going to have to bail him out of. “What’d you do?” I groan as my mind whirls with the endless possibilities, all of them centering around him getting in a fight with someone he can’t beat. I never thought I’d see the day.

  Jesse sighs again as he fluffs a pillow, crashes down onto it, and props up his feet at the end of the couch as though he’s speaking with a therapist. I take a sip of my soda as I impatiently wait. “I’m in love.”

  Soda comes spurting out my nose and mouth while I try my hardest to swallow as much as I can. “What?” I shriek as I wipe the soda off my face. “You’re lying right now. Tell me you’re lying.”

  He looks at me over the armrest. “Believe me,” he sulks. “I wish I was.”

  “Shit, that poor, poor girl,” I sigh. “Who is it?”

  His face scrunches up as he turns to face me better. “You have to promise not to say anything.”

  “Are you twelve?” I scoff. “Would you like me to make a pinky promise?”

  His eyes harden as he watches me. “Fine,” he says, starting to get up. “I’ll go and find someone else to talk to about this shit.”

  “No, no, no,” I rush out as the curiosity is nearly too much for me to handle. I mean, I’m trying to act cool, but inside, I’m dying. I need to know, like now. I draw a cross over my heart. “I’ll behave.”

  “Good,” he says getting comfortable before holding his little finger out to me. “And for the record, I do want you to make a pinky promise.”

  I can’t help but grin as I reach out my pinky and twine it around his. He shakes our hands as he narrows his eyes on me, trying to appear as serious as possible, but this is Jesse Ryder we’re talking about; he can’t pull off serious. It simply wasn’t wired into his DNA. “If you even think about breaking the sanctity of this promise…”

  “I know, I know,” I roll my eyes. “You’ll tell everyone that I was crushing on Mr. Thompson when I was ten and how I was plotting to get rid of his wife so I could marry him.”

  His eyes sparkle as he watches me. “You know that guy was gross, right? I’ve never seen so much hair on a man in my life.”

  “Shut up,” I laugh. “I thought he looked manly.”

  “More like an ape.”

  I give him a stern look. “Can we stop discussing Mr. Thompson and start explaining why you think you’re in love with some girl you probably only just met?”

  “Fine,” he groans. “But we’re coming back to the Thompson thing.”

  “Jesse.”


  “Alright,” he says as his smirk turns into a panicked cringe. “It’s, sigh, “Kaylah Millington.”

  I fly to my feet, knocking over what was left in my bowl of popcorn as I look down at him in absolute shock. “WHAT? Have you lost your mind? Nate is going to kill you. Not to mention, Jackson will too when he finds out you screwed his little sister.” I mean, I’d probably kill him myself if I could catch him. I swear, there’s no one Jackson hates more in this world than Nate and Jesse, especially after the past two years of bullshit. Not in a million years will he ever accept Jess dating Kaylah.

  “How’d you know I screwed her?”

  “You’re Jesse. You screw everybody.”

  He grins up at me as though he’s proud of the fact. “Can we focus on the issue at hand, please?”

  “And what’s that? That you screwed the one girl that’s going to make Nate think you’ve betrayed him and gone to the dark side.”

  “No,” he snaps, sitting himself up. “How do I stop having… feelings? I don’t like it.”

  I drop back down to the couch. “It doesn’t just go away. Trust me, if they did, I’d make it stop for me, but I can’t,” I tell him. “When did you start getting these so-called ‘feelings’?”

  His eyes begin to sparkle again and I quickly realize this isn’t a story I want to hear. “Well, I was eating her out-”

  “Whoa,” I cut him off. “I don’t want to hear this shit.”

  “You have to,” he insists. “This is the whole reason I like her.”

  “Jess,” I groan. “I don’t want to hear how the girl has a golden pussy or her that her flaps practically called to you.”

  Jess grins and I’m sure he’s probably imagining it. “No, it’s much better than that.”

  Again, the curiosity is far too much. I groan. “Let’s hear it.”

  His excitement takes over and he manages to make himself look like a little boy seeing his first set of tits. “So, I was going down on her, right, and man, she gets into it, like really into it. Her whole body was shaking. Her hands were in my hair and-”

  “Jess, remember I’m not one of the boys.”

  “Yes, you are. So, shut up and listen,” he demands before picking up where he left off. “Her whole body was like… I don’t know how to explain it, she couldn’t stay still. It was like she was having the fucking ride of her life. I don’t know if I was doing the work or she was.”

  “Jess,” I warn.

  He can’t help but grin. “Fine, anyway, she was going nuts. Absolutely loving it to the point she fell off the fucking bed.”

  “What?” I grunt. “You’re lying.”

  “I kid you not,” he tells me with wide, excited eyes. “But that’s not the best part. You wouldn’t believe what she said.” I sit patiently and wait, knowing he’s going to tell me anyway. “She called the ‘five second rule’ climbed back up on the bed, and let me get back to business.”

  “What?” I laugh. “You don’t mean that thing you say when you drop food on the floor as an excuse to keep eating it?”

  “Exactly that,” he booms. “It was so fucking funny. I could hardly finish her off, I was laughing so hard.”

  “Alright,” I smile. “Can we move on to the whole ‘how you were infected with feelings’ thing?”

  “That was it,” he tells me. “She said ‘five second rule’ and I fell in love.”

  “Shit,” I sigh. “You really are in trouble.”

  “I know,” he groans. “Now, you have to tell me what to do.”

  I look at him as though he’s just grown a new head. “I can’t do that for you. You have to come to that decision on your own.”

  “What?” he scoffs. “That’s bullshit. Tell me what to do.”

  “I’m not going to do that, but tell me this. Are you ready to be a committed man, dedicated to only one girl for the rest of your life?”

  I swear, he looks as though I’ve just sentenced him to an eternity in hell. Completely and utterly horrified. “No way.”

  “Then it’s settled. You leave her alone and she can go use the five second rule on some other poor loser.”

  “What?” he grunts, straightening in his seat as his face falls. “No, she can’t do that.”

  “Why the hell not?”

  “She can’t sleep with other guys.”

  “She can do whatever and whoever the hell she wants,” I remind him. “You’re not her boyfriend and you just told me you never want to be in a committed relationship. That means you pass on her being yours. You don’t get to tell her that she can’t be with anyone else unless you date her exclusively.”

  “But…”

  “But nothing, Jess. You can’t do that to the girl. She’ll hate you for even suggesting it. Why don’t you ask her on a date? No strings attached and take it slowly. If you like it, then go on another, if not, tell her you're sorry and move on. There’s no need to put her through all your caveman bullshit. She’s human too.”

  “Fine,” he groans.

  “But,” I say. His eyes narrow on me, sensing he’s not going to like this. “This is Kaylah Millington we’re talking about. If you’re actually going to go through with asking her on a date and acting like a decent human being with her, then you need to tell Nate.”

  He shakes his head. “No, I’ll go on my date and if I want to go on another, then I’ll tell him.”

  “Jess,” I groan. “You know your brother. He’s going to kill you if you keep this from him.”

  “He’s going to kill me either way. I may as well prolong the inevitable and enjoy it first.”

  Now it’s me shaking my head. “What are you going to do about Jackson?”

  “Nothing,” he scoffs. “That’s Kaylah’s business if she wants to tell him.”

  “You’re not at all concerned he’s going to try and kick your ass?”

  “No, I know that’s exactly what he’s going to do, but the key word is ‘try’. He’s tried so many times before and every damn time, I’ve come out on top.”

  “It’s different if you have feelings for his sister.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “Believe me or not. Just be careful, ok?”

  “Yes, mom,” he laughs before leaning back into the couch and scanning over the show I was just watching “So, what are we doing tonight?”

  “We are not doing anything. You’re going home so I can watch ‘Suits’ in peace.”

  “Oh,” he says, turning to see the screen better. “Is that the show with the new princess?”

  “Yep,” I say, popping the ‘p’.

  “Good?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Does she get naked?”

  “No,” I groan, throwing a cushion at him. I mean, there are a few sex scenes but you can’t see anything. It’s very tasteful. If he knew that though, he’d never leave me alone.

  “Ugh,” he grunts, throwing the cushion back at me. “I don’t want to watch if I don’t get to see titties.”

  “Then go and tell your brother that you’re screwing the enemy.”

  “Go and tell him that you’re moping over him again.”

  “You go and tell him that you eat dicks for breakfast.”

  “You go and tell him th-”

  “What the hell is going on in here?” my mom’s voice says, cutting off Jesse’s comeback. “I swear, how many times do I have to tell you idiots to stop bickering? You’re like annoying siblings.”

  I scoff and look away. “He started it.”

  “I don’t care who started it,” Mom scolds. “I’m finishing it. I’m done hearing about what Jesse likes to eat for breakfast, and I certainly don’t want to know what he enjoys for dinner.”

  “For the record,” Jesse grins.

  “Nope,” mom scolds holding a finger up to stop him. “I don’t want to know what you actually like eating. Now, are you staying for dinner? I was going to order Thai.”

  “Oh, yeah,” Jesse says. “I could eat Thai. You know, if it’
s alright? Mom spent the day cleaning and now we have to tip toe around the house. Nate got his head bitten off for walking across the tiles when they were wet. I think mom’s close to making us live in a hotel.”

  “Oh, dear,” mom laughs. “Trish does like her home a particular way, doesn’t she?”

  Jess scoffs. “Well, that’s the biggest understatement I’ve ever heard.”

  Mom shakes her head but can’t help smiling at him. “Maybe you wouldn’t have an issue if you and your brother didn’t live like pigs.”

  “Pigs?” he gasps in mock outrage. “I’ll have you know, me and Nate are the perfect sons. Anyone would be lucky to have us.”

  “Uh huh,” she laughs before waltzing out of the den and into the kitchen, most likely to find the menu from the Thai place that’s hiding on top of the fridge.

  “Can you believe that?” Jesse laughs.

  “You know, when she said you and your brother live like pigs, she was only referring to you? Nate is the cleanest guy I’ve ever met.”

  He puts a hand to his heart and falls back onto the couch, pretending that my words hurt him. “I’m wounded,” he rasps out. “Call for help.”

  I roll my eyes and reach across to grab the remote off him while he’s busy being distracted by his own dramatics and hit play on ‘Suits’.

  Jesse sits back up to watch the show and within minutes he’s hooked which also means he asks at least a hundred questions per minute. “Would you shut up and watch?” I scold.

  “I can’t,” he demands. “I need to know what’s happening.”

  “Then watch it and you’ll find out.”

  Mom walks back in and drops down beside me. “Are you two seriously at each other’s throat again?”

  “Can’t help it,” Jesse admits. “She just brings out this awful side of me. We should have her sent away.”

  “Agreed,” mom grunts.

  “No,” I demand, turning to face mom. “This is not happening. You’re supposed to be on my side, not his.”

  “Sorry, sweetheart. But teasing you is far too much fun,” she laughs. “Just like Jesse, I can’t help it.”