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Paisley Vaughn grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. After finding
her mother dead from an overdose, Paisley and her baby sister are
shipped off to live with her maternal grandparents.
She always knew they were rich, she just didn't realize how rich they
were. Now she's being forced to go to a prestigious high school. One
where the tuition is more money then she's ever seen.
Thinking these rich kids are going to be snobbish and rude, she's
surprised to find the Vaughn name means she is untouchable. Well
unless your name is Channing Southerland.
Paisley has to navigate her new life and all the new people in it. While
her mother might have lied about her grandparents, no one is lying
about Channing. He's beautiful, mean, arrogant, and turning her on.
Before long a war is fought, leaving Paisley wondering if she'll be
ruined or made. Though she might just fall irrevocably in love.
Make Me (Make or Break, #1)
Amanda Heath
Make Me
Copyright © 2013 by Amanda Heath
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in
any manner without written permission from the author, except in the
case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and for review
purposes.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events are
products of the author' s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblances to actual events, locales,
organizations, or persons living or dead, are entirely coincidental.
The use of artist and song titles throughout this book are done so for
storytelling purposes and should in no way been seen as advertisement.
Trademark names are used in an editorial fashion, with no intention of
infringement of the respective owner's trademark.
Cover:Stock Image © RefatCover design by Robin Harper Wicked
by
Design
Editing by Olivia Boyd
Formatting by Little Dove Formatting
For Kristin
I didn't understand what a true best friend was before you came into my
life.
Other books by Amanda Heath
This Beautiful Thing (Young Love, #1)
Fire In Her Eyes (Sumer Love, #1)
Norma Jean (Young Love and Summer Love, #2)
Wrong Kind of Love (Young Love, #3)
Angel Cuffs (Paranormal Erotica Short)
Table of 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 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25
Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28
Chapter 29 Epilogue Break Me Acknowledgments About the Author
Chapter 1
"PAISLEY! ANSWER YOUR phone!" The voice of my best friend,
Carly, filters in through my sleep. I blink open my eyes and realize that
she isn' t actually here. She took my phone one night at a party and
programmed her voice as her ringtone.
I grab the offending thing from the floor in my bedroom and answer.
"What?" I snarl, rubbing my eyes.
"Good morning to you, too, grumpy," she states in her sweet, china doll
voice.
"What do you want?" I say in the same voice, only minus the growl.
I can see her in my mind. Her porcelain skin and amazing brown eyes.
Her long, blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail, wearing a pair of jean
shorts and a pink tank top. I've been best friends with her most of my
life. She lives two trailers down from me with her dad and older
brother. Her dad is a nice guy but he has the "can't get right gene".
"Do you need a ride to school, grumpy? I'm leaving in like ten
minutes," she says and I can see her shit-eating grin through the phone.
"Dang," I say, rubbing my eyes some more. "Yeah, but we'll have to be
late. BeeBee isn't awake yet. I've got to feed her and make sure she's
taken care of for the rest of the day." BeeBee is my little sister. She's
two and full of life.
"I was only joking about the ten minutes, silly. It's only seven." She
laughs and I smack my forehead. Not one of my finer moments. My
alarm clock is sitting right next to my bed and it reads 7:01 a.m.
"Thanks for the wake up call, asshole." I hang up before she gets onto
me for cursing. I used to curse all the time, before my little sister came
along. She doesn't need to hear that from me. Mom curses enough for
the entire world.
I scramble out of bed and head into the only bathroom in the house. I
find a needle and rubber tube sitting on the bathroom counter. Instead
of freaking out like someone else might, I quickly throw them away in
the trash. Mom's new boyfriend deals in heroin, so right now it's her
drug of choice. I don't really care; the woman has never shown me any
love.
I grab my brush from under the sink and pull my hair up into a ponytail.
I line my eyes with liner and brush on some mascara. After that I take a
moment to study my reflection. My hair is long, curly, and auburn. I
spend a lot of time in the sun, so there are a lot of blonde highlights
running through the strands. My eyes are deep green with shades of
blue streaking through. My eyes are huge, and so are my lips, which are
shaped like a bow.
It's really comical when I run into a group of guys I don't know. They
stop in their tracks, staring at my lips. Derek, Carly's older brother, says
they are perfect, perfect for sucking. Don't worry - I slapped him upside
his head for that one.
I run back into my room and throw on a pair of low-rise skinny jeans
and a green shirt. It's a few years old, so it's skintight. Not the kind of
attention I want to bring to myself, but I'm dirt poor and I can't afford
new clothes. My mom won't buy any clothes for me since I started
throwing her drugs out. The skinny jeans are hers. If she isn't going to
buy me anything new, or give me money to get it myself, I'll just steal
hers.
I pad into my little sister's room, which is next door to mine. Her little,
red head is peeking up from under her covers. I reach an arm into her
crib and rub her back. Her little eyes open, showcasing her amazing,
light green eyes. My little sister is gorgeous; I'm going to be beating
boys off with sticks when she grows up.
"Good morning, BeeBee," I coo, picking her up. I lay her down on her
fluffy pink rug on the floor. We can't afford to buy a toddler bed, so

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