Rogue (Prep)

A New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author, Elle Kennedy grew up in the suburbs of Toronto, Ontario, and holds a BA in English from York University. From an early age, she knew she wanted to be a writer and actively began pursuing that dream when she was a teenager. She loves strong heroines and sexy alpha heroes, and just enough heat and danger to keep things interesting! Elle loves to hear from her readers. Visit her website ellekennedy.com or sign up for her newsletter to receive updates about upcoming books and exclusive excerpts. You can also find her on Facebook at facebook.com/AuthorElleKennedy, on Twitter @ElleKennedy, on Instagram @ElleKennedy33, or on TikTok @ElleKennedyAuthor. ALSO BY ELLE KENNEDY Prep Misfit Rogue Off-Campus The Deal The Mistake The Score The Goal The Legacy Briar U The Chase The Risk The Play The Dare Avalon Bay Good Girl Complex Bad Girl Reputation The Summer Girl Copyright Published by Piatkus ISBN: 978-0-349-43596-1 All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Copyright © 2023 by Elle Kennedy The moral right of the author has been asserted. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the publisher. The publisher is not responsible for websites (or their content) that are not owned by the publisher. Piatkus Little, Brown Book Group Carmelite House 50 Victoria Embankment London EC4Y 0DZ www.littlebrown.co.uk www.hachette.co.uk Contents About the Author Also by Elle Kennedy Copyright Chapter 1: Casey Chapter 2: Casey Chapter 3: Fenn Chapter 4: RJ Chapter 5: Fenn Chapter 6: Casey Chapter 7: Silas Chapter 8: Fenn Chapter 9: Sloane Chapter 10: Fenn Chapter 11: Casey Chapter 12: RJ Chapter 13: Casey Chapter 14: Lawson Chapter 15: Fenn Chapter 16: Casey Chapter 17: Fenn Chapter 18: Casey Chapter 19: Silas Chapter 20: Casey Chapter 21: Lawson Chapter 22: RJ Chapter 23: Casey Chapter 24: Casey Chapter 25: Fenn Chapter 26: Casey Chapter 27: Casey Chapter 28: Casey Chapter 29: Lawson Chapter 30: Fenn Chapter 31: Casey Chapter 32: Silas Chapter 33: Casey Chapter 34: Fenn Chapter 35: Fenn Chapter 36: Casey Chapter 37: Sloane Chapter 38: Lawson Chapter 39: Casey Chapter 40: RJ Chapter 41: Casey Chapter 42: Lawson Chapter 43: Fenn Chapter 44: Fenn Chapter 45: Casey Chapter 46: Casey Chapter 47: Fenn Chapter 48: Casey Chapter 49: Casey Chapter 50: Silas Chapter 51: Lawson Chapter 52: Casey Epilogue: Fenn CHAPTER 1 CASEY Fenn: How’s your day going, cutie? MY ENTIRE FACE NEARLY CRACKS IN HALF THANKS TO THE GIDDY smile that overtakes it. It’s almost disgusting what one little text from Fenn Bishop does to my heart rate. I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket during French class, half a dozen texts in quick succession, but I couldn’t check it, otherwise it would’ve been confiscated. So I sat there dying for the bell to ring. Now, between classes, I stand at my locker and read the messages that remind me this place isn’t real life. Nobody knows me here at St. Vincent’s. All the rumors and whispers constantly buzzing around me whenever I walk down the hall—they don’t matter. I know the truth. And so does Fenn. That’s all that matters. The giddiness intensifies as I scan the rest of his texts. He’s been doing this every day since we became friends. Texting me good morning. Checking up on me. Sending me dumb memes because he knows I haven’t smiled in a while. It still feels so surreal. Fenn was a stranger to me for so long, just another upperclassman my sister occasionally hung around with. And then my car accident threw my entire world into chaos, and there he was with an easy grin and a strong shoulder for me to lean on. He befriended me, for no good reason other than he saw I needed someone and decided it would be him. And for no good reason, I let him in. As I head toward my media class, I type out a quick response. Me: Oh, you know. The usual BS. Fenn: Wanna ditch last period? I’ll come pick you up. Me: Sloane would kill you. We aren’t exactly public, Fenn and me. At least not where my family’s concerned. My dad and sister barely tolerate a friendship—I can’t imagine how they’d react to finding out Fenn and I are officially dating. I honestly don’t know who would lose their shit more. Last time she caught him hanging around, Sloane basically told Fenn she would put a hit out on him if he touched me. And Dad, well, if he didn’t have to clear it with the board of trustees, he’d have built a moat around our house by now. I’m not sure he really thought it through before accepting a headmaster position at an all boys’ boarding school in the middle of nowhere and brought his two teenage daughters along. Sloane and I were bound to fall for a couple of Dad’s delinquents. Fenn: Worth it. Me: You say that now. Fenn: Nah. I’d risk Sloane’s wrath any day of the week. You’re just that cute. My stomach does a happy flip. He’s too good at that. Or maybe I’m too easily impressed. Fenn throws the slightest compliment my way and I become a puddle of mush. It’s nauseating. Lately, he’s the best part of my day. Me: Meet after school? Fenn: Can’t wait. Usual place? Me: Yep. I’ll text you when I get home. I’m still smiling as I enter the classroom and take my seat in the second to last row. Not even Sister Patricia’s stern glare can hinder my mood. Although of course, she frowns upon smiling. Everything is frowned upon in this stupid school. St. Vincent’s is run by a group of