Dropout (The Good Guys Book 3)

By: Jamie Schlosser



Over the past year, I’ve been called a lot of things. Slacker. Troublemaker. Party animal.

I thought I was on top of the world. Turns out, I was pretty close to rock bottom.

Now I have a new title: college dropout.

Talk about a reality check.

But I’ve got a chance to redeem myself. One summer to turn things around. Two months to prove I’m not a complete f*ck-up.

It’s time to change.

I want to get back to being one of the good guys.


I have everything I need to live out my dream of being a reclusive songwriter—my guitar, my notebook, and blissful silence.

At least, I did until Jimmy moved in next door.

With tattoos, piercings, and mischievous green eyes, he’s got bad news written all over him. And last time I got with a bad boy, it ended horribly.

Jimmy makes me feel things I shouldn’t feel. Want things I shouldn’t want. He’s a hazard to my carefully laid plans.

But he’s only here for two months.

I can resist him...right?




Lindsey: You’re such a bitch

Tiffany: Everyone hates you now

Sierra: Why are you doing this to Jaxon? I hope you don’t plan on sticking around after graduation. No one wants you here

I blinked away the stinging in my eyes as I read over the tag-team texts from my best friends.

Former best friends.

Or maybe they were never my friends in the first place. Either way, it was safe to say those relationships were officially over.

I didn’t have anything to say to them, so I started to set the phone back down on the nightstand. Another chirp stopped me. This time when I looked at the screen, Jaxon’s name showed up. I’d purposely ignored the eighteen texts he sent me tonight, but this one caught my attention.

Jaxon: I’m outside

My eyes flew to the window, which I knew for a fact was closed and locked. My heart raced as I tried to remember if I’d locked the front and back doors.

I did. I was sure of it.

I typed out a short reply.

Me: Go home Jaxon

Then I buried myself further under the covers, wishing the layers of warmth could keep me safe somehow.

A few seconds later the phone rang in my hand, and I immediately pushed ‘ignore’ as I crawled out of bed.

I held the screen to my stomach as I made my way to the window, hoping he wouldn’t see the light in the darkened room. Peeping through the curtains, I saw Jaxon’s old red Jeep sitting in the gravel driveway, and I spotted his shadowed figure in the front seat.

My voicemail chime went off, causing me to jump a little. Reluctantly, I put the phone up to my ear while inching toward my bedroom door.

“Who are you spreading your legs for, you filthy cunt?” Jaxon’s rage-filled voice made my breathing pick up as I tiptoed through the hallway. “Come outside or else. Don’t make me come in there. It won’t be pretty.”


Panic bloomed in my chest, squeezing and crushing until I struggled for air.

Since the breakup three weeks ago, the stalking and harassment had been escalating. Jaxon followed me everywhere—to the mall, in the hallways at our high school, to my favorite coffee shop. Every time I turned around, he was there. And when he wasn’t nearby, he was calling me relentlessly.

No matter how many times I told him it was over, he wouldn’t stop. I should’ve known he’d be watching the house, waiting for the moment I was alone and vulnerable.

I crept into my parents’ room and dropped to my knees beside the bed. My hands shook as I attempted to open the small safe in the cabinet of the nightstand.

The phone rang again, and I slipped up on the combination lock.

I started over. All I needed to do was turn that dial and match up three numbers, but the trembling in my hands made it difficult.

A breath of relief left me when the heavy door clicked open, and I reached in to wrap my fingers around the cold metal of my dad’s semi-automatic handgun. I had no intention of using it, but it made me feel better to have it.

Just in case.

Keeping a gun in the house wasn’t something my parents took lightly. After my dad bought it, he took my sister and me to the shooting range to learn the basics. I was a terrible shot, but I knew how to load it and make sure the safety was on, which is exactly what I did next.