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- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
Enter a world of suspense, seduction, and cruel intentions in "The Things You Teach Me."
"A sizzling new release for 2023 that will leave you breathless."
Follow the story of Dainy Hallow, the object of desire for two best friends caught in a love triangle. Secrets, lies, and deadly consequences await as they navigate their way through a world of love, beauty, and heartbreak. But when a dead woman enters the picture, the lives of all involved are turned upside down.
This small-town mystery romance will keep you on the edge of your seat with its twists and turns. Billionaires, enemies to lovers, and a spicy, edgy romance await you in this page-turner that explores the limits of love and the consequences of our choices.
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New Edition of School Me Season 1
February, 18th 2023
Written by Shan R.K
www.shanrk.co
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
THE THINGS YOU TEACH ME
First edition. February 14, 2023.
Copyright © 2023 Shan R.K.
ISBN: 979-8215281260
Written by Shan R.K.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Copyright Page
Also By Shan R.K
Dedication
The Things You Teach Me (Lessons From A Suspect, #1)
Dainy Hallow
Dainy Hallow
Reagan Orniel
Dainy Hallow
Reagan Orniel
Dainy Hallow
Sabastian Delroy
Reagan Orniel
Sabastian Delroy
Reagan Orniel
Sabastian Delroy
Sabastian Delroy
Elizabeth (Lizzy) Trent
Sabastian Delroy
Dainy Hallow
Reagan Orniel
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About the Author
This is for my readers who started out with me 4 years ago. Today I rewrote this book for you guys.
Dear Reader
Thank you so much for reading this book. The things you teach me is a rewrite of School Me Season 1 to 3. The book has new scenes, and a deeper understanding of the characters. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please email me with any questions REGARDING signed copies of the print or if you would like to read the first edition for free.
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Shan, R.K
Dainy Hallow
Today was the first day back at school, it was already August. While most of the ass-hats who attended Liston High Private School actually went in for the first day, I was stuck scrubbing the toilets of the Hallow mansion.
And regardless of what my brother says I look like, I am not a scholarship kid. I'm Dainy Hallow and the guy with the Goku hair wiping puke off the pebbled bathroom floor is my older brother, Aiden.
Last night as is customary to do the night before school starts, we had a back to school party.
Our initial plan was to go to school, skip last period, get home and clear out the evidence before our parents arrived back the following day.
Let's just say that plan went to shit fast when Aiden called mom. He asked her to pick up the suit he ordered from G&G for the cancer benefit we were hosting next month. A simple question followed by an unexpected answer.
Apparently, my brother and I were misinformed with regards to my parents return. My parents were actually arriving today in less than three hours.
Two hours and four injuries later, the beer bottles are gone. The bathrooms are now sanitized, and beds clothed in fresh unused linen.
The rest of the house is tidy but not clean. My brother and I aren't dumb, we’ve been doing this for five years.
Unlike most siblings, Aiden and I don’t bicker all the time.
We work as a team. It's how we’ve always managed to get out of any situation, like now, we both know our parents expect us to throw parties and make mess.
So, what did we do? We got rid of the top three no, no's’: - Sex, Booz and Reagan Orniel.
Reagan is the school’s football captain and first quarterback. Up until last year, he was the vice-leader of Liston High Private, whilst his cousin, Kylie Bray took reign of the school for four years. He was content to sit backseat until she left.
It was a no brainer that a Stone, Bray or Orniel ran Liston’s most prestigious school. It had been that way since our school opened, thirty years ago. The three families are three of the most influential families in America maybe even the world.
When Mason Bray and Jace Stone left in their junior year to attend Liston High Public, the entire school literally went into mourning.
Some tried to rule and up their number in the social list. It was a given that the only person capable of the job and title was Reagan Orniel, son of billionaire Wesley Orniel.
The family owned the biggest import and export company in America. They also so happened to be my neighbors.
Remember when I said some people tried to rule the school. Well, it's fair to say that one of those people was my brother, Aiden. Worst decision he ever made.
If ruling Liston High Private needed someone with a substantial amount of money, I would put my family just below Reagan and his crew of asshole-ness, but unfortunately, we're not.
We are talking about Heritage, and my family is somewhere in the middle.
There is only one reason for that. My brother and I are a little different from our fellow school mates. Most of the people who attend Liston High Private are born with diamonds pouring out of their ears.
My parents made their money the good old fashion way. Long hours of work, late nights and many missed school events.
My father designed a business app that helps CEO’s do their own accounting and keep records of money spent and sold it to a major software company for a few hundred million. My mother and him later opened the first six-star hotel in L.A. After years of success they franchised it out and the rest is history.
Unfortunately, nobody told us that hierarchy at L.H Private wasn't about money. So, when my brother tried the unthinkable let's just say he and Reagan, who up until a year ago shared a comfortable silence, became frenemies.
They went to each other's parties, played on the same team, but when it really mattered, they never had each other's back.
I'm sitting on the steps when my phone rings. My blonde hair is still dripping because I couldn't care less about wrapping a towel around my hair, and my brown eyes probably look like I’d cried myself to sleep.
Truth- sleep is nonexistent to my brain function right now. My parents are due any second and the consequences of last night's decisions are weighing way too heavily on my short curves.
“Yo, hot Shot, I was just thinking ‘bout callin’ you up and telling you how mighty fine it was of you to stop by and help my brother and I clean up your vomit.”
The chuckle on the other end is no surprise to me,
“You know I love you too, Dainy.”
That statement never seizes to amaze me. Liam Hugh and I have been best friends for years. I can admit that there has been the occasional kiss and fondle over the past few years but our physical interactions, has always stayed under PG thirteen.
We both love each other and as true as my Prada shoes are in fact a ‘limited edition’, Liam Hugh, this centuries ladies' man, who is extremely generous in the man field and I never had the sexual connection.
Call me crazy, I know.
“You never call, unless someone died, did someone die? What happened? Is it that weird girl from the supermarket? I knew she was suicidal, I told you.”
His pause has my shackles on full alert.
“What the hell is wrong with you and death recently? No! Some new girl transferred from the disgusting Apple, I swear I smell trouble.”
“So? Your issue with New Yorkers is a Liam thing, not a Dainy one. I happen to not judge a book by its cover. You happen to judge everyone by their area.”
“Not this time, I’m serious, the girl is trouble.”
“How do you know if you just met her?” My confusion is evident in my voice. I've always been an open book. I’ve never perfected an ounce of the serious blank face most people in Liston Hills do. My gran said it's my nature to be filter-less.
“I just do. It wasn’t the reason I called.”
“Why did you call? Were you missing me Hughman.”
“Not exactly. What's up with you and Orniel?” The pit in my stomach sinks ten miles an hour as I digest the question with a hard audible swallow. I was hoping not to get into this, well at least not quite yet.
Two days ago? That answer would've been simple.
After last night? I don't know. In my drunken stupor I did something irreversible.
I slept with Reagan Orniel.
The correct thing to say is- I had drunk sex for the first time with him.
In other words, or ‘layman’s’ terms I was a virgin until last night.
I don't regret it.
Some people would say that I was just another girl that Reagan conquered.
One of many!
But I would say that our drunken sex was more than that. I had practically drooled and wiped my snot on his t-shirt for the past two years every time some ass-hat decided to dump the blonde which is me, I'm the blonde. Obviously I couldn’t say all this to Liam. He would never let me live it down.
The reason for that was while I would do almost anything with a boy, I never went all the way. Which is why I’d practically dated half of L.H Private population and if I was honest with myself, a good section of L.H Public School too.
I am what majority would call the slut of L.H Private and I wear it with pride. Being head cheerleader, the football team relied on me to keep the bitches under control. And by doing that I had to have the reputation to match. So, what if they choose to believe that I fuck anything with three legs? As long as it gets them putty in my hands who the hell cares.
I am Dainy Hallow after all. The girls in school either fear me or want to be me. Unlike the rest of them including my brother, I don't need the fancy surname. I hold all the important titles, head cheerleader, A-grade student, and your worst nightmare if you ever dared to cross me. A fair warning- don't cross me.
I am also best-friend to Victoria Stone and Sienna Bray. They don’t attend L.H Private this year because Victoria aka Rae was forced to join her brother Jace in L.H Public. A year ago Jace Stone decided that he didn't want the stress that came with our Ivy League school any longer and just left.
Mason Bray joined him and where he goes Sienna Bray follows, but recently Sienna hasn’t been in the picture, rumor has it that she was living in the other side of town. But somehow I doubted it.
She would’ve called one of use by now. I think she left Liston Hills and didn’t want to be found. It wouldn’t be the first time a Bray upped and left.
The Stones, Orniels and Brays were closely related through marriages, they were the biggest part of the Elites in our Suburb, Liston Hills. Victoria Stone was the half-sister of Kylie Bray.
Kylie Bray was a legend, known all over the world as the Billionaire Belle Heiress. She was gorgeous, spicey, witty with an unmatched beauty. She was older than me by 3 years. She ruled the school from the first day she stepped foot on L.H Private. Even the male population cowered under her gaze. People lowered their heads and her best friend Dakota Larken, a girl born poorer than most of us, who was rumored to be a science genius and princess of the Sin Riders MC made sure that we never forgot who was in charge.
I was fortunate to see Kylie’s good side. The one she kept reserved for her close friends and family. But after what happened with her cousin, Reagan I wasn’t so sure she would welcome me with a smile any longer. Good thing she was done with high school.
"I'm not sure what's goin’ on between Reagan and I, but if he's already on the prowl that should answer your question."
The muttered "fuck" behind me doesn't improve my mood when I get off the phone anymore than the phone call that just confirmed what I doubted.
I’m just another notch in Reagan’s long line of nameless faces and forgetful bodies.
Standing up, I turn to face my brother who's unceremoniously rubbing his now dark wet hair with a small white towel, while attempting to button his dark wash jeans with his free hand. He was failing horribly too.
"You got any of that hair wax you got from Milan, mines finished."
Shrugging, I smirk knowing how this is gonna play out, "You gonna loan me your jeep this weekend?"
“Hell-to-the-fuck-no.”
“Suit yourself.” I go down the steps and make my way through the yellow painted entrance hall, feigning disinterest.
I'm not surprised when my brother follows me, “I gave you my jeep one time and we both know how that played out, choose something else.”
Pausing mid-stride, I shrug, “Maybe it's time you got that hair cut mama’s always nagging about.”
“Maybe you should stop being a brat and give me the damn wax.”
Spinning around I stare at my six foot tall brother. His freshly shaven square jaw is red. His green small gaze daring me to say something snarky, but I won't.
We both know I'm going to give him the damn wax, I don't even use it but I want something first.
“I need to see Rae, and Jace is gonna be there.”
Laughing he rubs his toned abs with the wet towel, “You want me to distract Jace while you sneak into Victoria’s room.” That isn’t a question, it was a spot on statement.
Shrugging, I stare behind him at the double French door, “That too.”
“Fine, now can you give me the damn wax.”
When I don't move to get it, he grinds out, “Please.”
My smile is instant, dimples and all, “Gladly, there's a whole box of it in the pantry.”
His wet towel hits me in the face before he storms pass me, “Why the fuck didn't you just tell me that the first time.”
Smiling to myself, I throw the towel on the marble table behind me. My big brother never does anything without getting something out of it not even for me. And while I tend to bargain with smaller things or favors, most people don't have such luck.
My achievement is still evident on my face as I open the door. And just like that my reality is staring me smack in the face.
I squeak, “Reagan.”
Reagan Orniel
I am a man.
A red blooded, adrenaline junky, panty dropping man.
It's the explanation to why I do what I do.
The heartbreaks, the fights and the late-night partying. It comes with the package, it's my life.
I am who the fuck I choose to be and for the past four years I fucking ruled.
There was never a second that it crossed my mind to stop and think.
I am fucking Reagan Orniel.
What I want, I get, and I own it.
I am captain of the football team because I want to be. I am heir to the Orniel fortune because I'm born to be. I am a full platinum package.
Woman love me. Kids look up to me. Even grown ass men aspire to be me.
But this time I got something I didn't want. I owned something I didn't fucking want to own, Dainy Hallow’s virginity.
I woke up this morning with regret. It was the first time that shit has ever happened to me. Who knew she was a virgin?
All those times when she got dumped or did the dumping, I felt sorry for the girl. I was thinking she was just a god awful lay, especially when my team mates kept going on about how easy she was.
Unlike her dickhead brother who never stood up for her, I liked Dainy to an extent. Not the extent that I’d ever considered sleeping with her. But from a distance where I would never say anything particularly bad about her. Her brother however didn’t give a fuck and he said all kinds of shit about Dainy and didn’t bat an eye when someone else responded.
Now when I think about it, I understood his reasons. Aiden knew all those rumors were bullshit and regardless of what most people think, Aiden is so far from stupid. He made my B’s last year look like E’s.
At school I was dreading the public confrontation between Dainy and I, but when Lucan told me she didn't show, fuck, I felt like shit.
I never feel like shit.
To top it all, some new girl showed up in Eco today.
Normally I would've been already balls deep in her before practice, but the girl threw me for a fucking touch down.
She was breathtaking with blue eyes, black waist length hair and an appealing sense of humor to go with legs that carried on to Mars.
She invited me for dinner at her place. I really wanted to go and I said I will but I found myself outside Dainy’s house ten minutes after I left practice.
Now here I am, staring at my forbidden fruit and fuck my blue balls if I don't want another taste.
Dainy squeaks my name and that dominant part of me is thrilled that she's nervous maybe even a little scared. She should be scared. If the girls at school found out she was a virgin she'd be screwed. Fuck, most of the guys on the team would be too.
Groaning at the thought of all that fucking drama, I stare into those small brown eyes. For the first time I notice that her blonde locks are wet and has fallen out of that messy bun she loves to put it in after she jumps out of the shower.
A single hair falls as she masterly secures it again.
My gaze follows the wayward hairs descent to the floor.
I take in the cut off denims she has practically tattooed from the top of her thighs stopping at the flesh of her hip bone that’s peaking out from the blue tank top sticking to her flesh.
Some distant part of my brain is telling me to stop it, stop noticing, cut it out, you have a sexy girl waiting for you that is going to be much less drama and hassle. Dainy is complicated, something an sane guy would stay clear of.
Yet, my eyes slowly rake up her stomach, following the direction of her toned pathway until I'm finally staring at what got me into this mess, those perky rounded gems.
It's only when I hear her throaty sound, I look at Dainy's face. Her flushed round cheeks, and slightly scrunched nose are enough for me to realize I'm ogling her like some sick twisted prick.
“Dainy,” Her name rolls off my tongue like some sappy pup and I cringe.
Shaking my head, I do myself a solid and focus on why I'm here, “We have to talk about last-night.”
Her plump top lip becomes wet as her tongue glides across it.
I try, I really do, to muster the control I need to stop me from doing something that I know would land us in a gallon of regret when reality comes knocking. And it sure as shit is coming. She was not meant to be on my radar last night.
"We can't, Aiden's here and my parents are on the way."
"Tonight, leave the window open."
Though she seems reluctant she nods, and just like that, I'll be alone with Dainy tonight. I head back to my ride while my mind recalls the first time I saw Dainy Hallow.
I’d never forget the day when the Hallows moved in, my best friend Lucan and I were ten. We were flying my helicopter around my house. It was Lucan’s turn when he tripped over one of the fountain rocks and lost control of the remote.
The helicopter went over the fence and got caught in the tree next door. Lucan was inspecting his bruised knee, that was going to swell up like a roasted marshmallow. I’d never say a thing about it though, it wasn't our way, we were boys not sissies.
I left him alone to go get the helicopter and stopped short when I saw a tiny girl with open waist-length light-blonde hair already climbing up the tree to fetch it.
Waiting at the bottom, I scratched my head and watched her steadily climb up the thick trunk.
When she got my helicopter, I expected her to throw it down. I even lifted up my hands ready to catch it, but she didn't. Surprising me she stuffed it under her t-shirt. More than half of the helicopter’s body didn't fit underneath her small t-shirt, but it was enough to secure it until she got back down to the ground.
My friends would've teased her by doing that but I was raised differently. My dad taught me to always see the bigger picture and I did. The girl was smart.
When she landed a few feet away from me, she pulled my toy out and turned to face me. She had to look up ‘cause I towered over her even then.
Her brown eyes were small and her chubby cheeks were all pink and flushed.
I stuck my hand out for her to give me my helicopter so I can go, but she took my hand in her free tiny, dirty one and shook it, “I'm Dainy Hallow, nice to meet ya.”
“Reagan, ah, Reagan Orniel.”
Her curious stare made me blush, even then she was so confident, making her sound older than I thought this tiny girl was, "How old are you Dainy.”
“Eight n a half, and ya?”
“Ten, can I have my helicopter back.” Her smile was way too bright when she handed it back to me.
Then I noticed we were still holding hands and I quickly took mine back.
I walked away that day without a backward glance and stopped only for a sec when she yelled, “It was nice meeting you Reagan.”
I didn't respond but shook my head smiling, the helicopter dangling from my hand.
The sun seemed to shine brighter when I got back to Lucan sitting in the same position, I left him.
“What you smiling at?”
I laughed at my best friend’s grouchy face, shaking my head, “Nothin’.”
He got up from the floor, dusting out his shaggy black hair and frowned at my smiling blue eyes, “Don't nothing me Orniel, spill it.”
I looked over the fence at the tall tree shaking my head.
“Nothin’ let's play.” And that was the first time I met Dainy Hallow.
Jumping into my Rover, I drive the one minute it takes to get to my front gate. The three-meter-high bronze gate opens when I press the button attached to the driver's door.
