Rebel (The Boys of Welles #2) Read Online Ginger Scott

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boys of Welles Series by Ginger Scott

Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 92892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)

On the surface, Cameron Hass always seems a bit risky. First to take the dare, last to leave the tracks in the face of an oncoming train, the Boston rebel has always liked to flirt with danger. But underneath, he’s terrified. Not about breaking an arm or getting pulled over for driving twice the speed limit, but about the man he’s going to become when he graduates from Welles Academy. His role models have never really been much to look up to.
Brooklyn Bennett, on the other hand, always appears to have it together. Every button is done, every hair in the perfect place, every grade not just an A, but an A+. Beautiful, smart, and from political royalty, Brooklyn set her future goals at the age of five, and she’s never strayed from the path of following in her parents’ diplomatic footsteps.
Until now.
Surviving a terrifying car crash her junior year left Brooklyn questioning a lot of things. Losing her best friend left her feeling alone. But Cameron’s always been a good listener. And messy or not, his heart has always been in the right place. And when Brooklyn needed someone, he was right there. Maybe . . . he’s been there all along.
But how do chaos and rules go together? And what happens if the rest of the world wants to keep them apart?


Chapter 1

Brooklyn Bennett

I should have worn my brace. I’ve been standing in the same place, by the headmaster’s two-story bookcase and a grand piano I doubt is ever played, for nearly forty minutes, and my leg is shaking from the unbearable pain and strain I’m forcing my remaining muscles to endure.

My leg will never be as strong as it was. That’s what the doctors said after I woke up from surgery. Two pins and some stem cell therapy got me on my feet faster than expected, but the rest of my healing is going to be up to me.

“Unusual tear and damage.” That’s what they said before giving Mom and me the slim menu of options for recovery after the accident. I was lucky to have my leg at all. Lucky to have my life, really. My best friend in the entire world, Anika, wasn’t so lucky. She had a seizure and drove the car carrying us and two of our closest friends hood-first into the Solemn River. My friend Lily pulled me to shore. She saved me only months after Anika invited her into our friend group. Sometimes I wonder if my best friend knew that one day I would need an angel and that’s why she brought Lily to me.

“It’s a lovely get-together, don’t you think? I love that he hosts this for you all every year.” If Caroline Powell weren’t standing next to me, I’d collapse right now. But I can’t do that in front of the headmaster’s wife. Oh God, the scene that would make!

“Mmm, it is,” I agree, sipping the next inch from my sparkling water.

A perk of being a sixth form at Welles Academy is being invited to a handful of special soirees at the headmaster’s home. The parties are hosted a block away from campus, in a home that has been lived in by only five men and their families over the history of the academy. Headmaster Powell has been in the position for nineteen years, and I have waited for five of them to be in this position. These parties with New England’s elite are a privilege, and I should be roaming from room to room, shaking hands with every single guest. I can’t seem to find the motivation, though. And my legs are so tired.

“How is your father these days? I haven’t seen him since the inauguration.” My father, Walden Bennett, is Welles Academy royalty. He’s chief energy advisor for the White House, at least for the next year, until he formally enters the senate race. And there’s no questioning a win to serve the people of Massachusetts. Walden Bennett is loved by the public. He has meticulously sculpted his image for this moment, and one day I want to be just like him. Of course, that would require me to get off my ass and start mingling.

“Oh, you know, busy busy,” I say with a flash of a smirk.

Part of being a politician’s daughter is navigating the strange world of leverage and influence. People always need things, and my dad has a unique position that can sometimes get those things. Caroline runs the Welles endowment. She needs money, yes, but more than that, she wants a seat on a commerce board. I’ve been briefed about this by my dad at least a dozen times, and I’ve become adept at dodging the asks. If I weren’t worried about my leg buckling from strain, I’d make an excuse to move to a different room. But I’m trapped. Out maneuvered.