It’s time to say goodbye to our Johnson Prep favorites before they all head off to college.
After the gossip-worthy events of graduation and the shocking death of one of their classmates, it seems The Queen of Queens wants to give Danielle, Bethany, Calvin, Tucker, and Aman one last hurrah.
Will everything have a happy ending, or will one of our favorites end up 6 feet under? How will the war end with the salacious arrival of returning students, Andrew and Jasmine? They all had one lesson left to learn: Just because high school is over, doesn’t mean the high school drama ends. They’re all about to take their curtain call, but will it end as a comedy or a tragedy?
Discover this sultry and thrilling end to the High School Queens Series.
Susan looked up. “Are you threatening me?”
Jasmine smiled. “I never threaten anyone.” Jasmine pulled her in for a hug. “I’ll talk to you soon.” She winked and walked out of the bathroom. She needed to get to class, and she wasn’t going to let the help get to her.
She opened her locker and saw a red envelope. She knew damn well who this was going to be from. She opened the envelope to see a letter from the bitch herself.
My little piggy Queen. You weren’t fooling anyone with your new diet. I think it’s actually having the opposite effect on you. I shouldn’t have marked you, because the bitch is supposed to make the red dress sexy, not kill the boners of the American boy. Don’t worry my fatty Jazzy, I’ll make sure you gain the weight you were desperately trying to get rid of. Maybe then, someone might actually notice you. It won’t work out for you, though, because I hear cats are in your future, but this Queen always needs a good sob story to laugh at. -The Marked Queen.
Jasmine crumbled up the letter and tried to keep the tears back. She wouldn’t let The Marked Queen get to her. Jasmine, you already let her get inside your head. How did you think you acquired this new hobby of yours? You thought the girls looking for dates were desperate, but what about the girl trying to be head bitch? We hoped you kept believing in your confidence, because it was going to be so delicious to see it all burndown.
Zachary Ryan grew up in a black-and-white box in Maryland, before moving to Chicago to start a new life. There, he found that he was accepted for his misfit status–and learned that it’s perfectly normal to spend your twenties feeling lost and confused.
After a disastrous sexual encounter, Ryan stumbled on a group of true friends, or “soul cluster,” that he connected with. Through his writing, he hopes to help other broken souls out there find comfort amid the chaos.