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Part 1 of Phased Out
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Published:
2021-02-16
Completed:
2021-11-01
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136,146
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34/34
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Phased Out

Summary:

Mutiny is the latest first-shooter MMORPG. Players from all over the globe can team up to kill zombies, retake stolen empires, and forget reality.

Harlow Pace. Trouble with authority figures. Lonely.

Harlow just wants to finish high school in peace. She spends her days playing Mutiny, in the hopes that she may one day meet a fellow player who goes by “B.” However, a week into her senior year, everything goes to shit:

Her mom got a new job. They’re moving across the country.

It gets worse: They’re going to be moving in with her mom’s new “employer” Bryant and his two teenage sons.

And worst of all: Harlow is being sent to a private academy for the rest of high school.

As if moving to a different state on short notice wasn’t bad enough, Bryant’s two sons and their chaotic friend group cause a world of trouble for Harlow. Judging by how much one of Bryant’s sons, the school quarterback, pisses Harlow off, she’ll be lucky if she doesn’t commit homicide before the end of the semester.

But having to battle rich brats, unbearably attractive football players, a selfish mom, and AP Calculus?

Harlow’s never going to make it to graduation.

Notes:

This is a high school bully romance story. It will get very smutty, but it is slow build, so bear with me. This is a re-upload of the original story, but some aspects have changed. I have (hopefully) fixed MOST of the typos and grammatical errors, but if you find anything, let me know!

If you want to support me, you can find Phased Out on Amazon at:

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0918S317V/ref=x_gr_w_bb_glide_sout?ie=UTF8&tag=x_gr_w_bb_glide_sout-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B0918S317V&SubscriptionId=1MGPYB6YW3HWK55XCGG2

I had originally privated this story as I was intending to publish the book, but after I published it, I felt like I owed all of you the opportunity to read this story for free! I will be leaving this first book up while I write the second book, to allow old readers and new readers alike to have a chance to catch up on the story and to enjoy the second installment equally!

As this is a published novel (but as I uploaded it here because I own the copyright), please do not repost or try to sell my work. I don't think anyone would try, but I feel like it should be said LOL.

Once you have read this book, if you would please leave me a review on Goodreads, you can find the book profile at:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/57558034-phased-out?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=ssznsxbxQI&rank=7

Let's see... what else.... RIGHT! Those of you who supported this book in its initial stages will be able to find your usernames or aliases in the Acknowledgements page of the published book on Amazon. At the end of this work, you will also find a playlist inspired by the characters, so check that out!

Finally, I just want to thank everyone for the billionth time for supporting this story. For new readers, I hope you find some enjoyment in this story and can maybe even relate to the characters a little. This story has its ups and downs, and it isn't a quick read. Sometimes it's not easy to read, either (please heed the tags), but I tried to really pour my soul into this book. I hope it reaches the people who need it. Remember, you're never as alone as you may seem. There are people out there who love you, and if you don't know who those people are off the top of your head, LOOK. You'll find them, or they'll find you. If any of you are ever having hard times, are lonely, or - hell - just want to fucking TALK to someone who cares and won't judge you, I'm always available. My author email is [email protected] (Note: Ebeka Thom is a pen-name and is not my real name, so no stalking me 'kay??? thnx) Reach out if you need help. I can't promise I'll be able to fix anything, but I'm damn good at finding funny memes.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this book and its sequels (when I get around to writing them)!!!

- Bek

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Prologue

Summary:

This is the edited prologue, which was not part of the original work. The published version of this work can be found on Amazon under the same story name and under the author Ebeka Thom. Please support me if you can!

NOTICE FOR RE-READERS: Some aspects of this story HAVE changed during editing. Some scenes were taken out (although not many) and two characters' names were changed: Rachel is now RACHELLE, and Cara is now CIARA.

I hope nothing is too confusing!!! If you find ANY typos, please let me know!!! Thank you so much to everyone who supported this story in its original days, and thank you to all the new readers who will hopefully find some comfort in reading this story! :)

Finally, I'M BACK!!!! I do plan on continuing my other in-progress story (it needs A LOT of editing, though). I also have plans for more stories in the future, as well as the sequels for this series (the next book is called Patched In and will also revolve around Low and Beck). Please keep an eye out for that one in the coming months. I'm trying to finish out this semester of grad school first, as well get settled into a new job - YAY ADULTING - so my updates may in inconsistent, but I'm trying. The last year has sucked balls.

Chapter Text

“Mike, did you clean up the basement? This house needs to be spotless before Rachelle gets here!” Dad calls down the stairs at my brother, shuffling through old boxes from the attic. He’s kneeling in the hallway, the attic ladder hanging down behind him.

I sneer at a pile of Mom’s old, moth-eaten books, the hinges falling apart from mildew and disuse. “Why did you invite that woman to move in with us? Can’t she get an apartment or something?”

“We’ve been over this, Beck. I don’t need to keep explaining myself.” Dad sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose, dark hair full of dust and cobwebs. He’s been crawling around in the attic all morning—as if cleaning out the attic is going to do any good when a strange woman is moving into our house in the next months.

“And what did you say?” I shove a pile of old craft supplies into a black trash bag. “That this woman’s daughter is going to be moving in too? Nice, Dad. How generous of you.”

“Beckett,” Dad groans, wiping his hands on his jeans. He levels me a look. “Would you at least pretend to be civil once they get here? I know this situation isn’t ideal, but the least you could do is act mature about it.”

I hate that word. Cowed, I grumble, “I’m not going to be besties with her daughter. I can’t believe you’re letting some woman bring her kid into our house.”

“Rachelle’s daughter is your age—a senior.” Dad brushes dust off of another box and coughs. “She’s going to go to Laurier too. I don’t expect you to be best friends, but would it really hurt you to be nice?”

Yes, I think. It actually would hurt me to be nice.

I don’t plan on getting along with this bitch’s daughter—no way in hell. In fact, I plan on making life difficult for everyone. As difficult as life can be.

Take that for immature, Dad.