If you’re one of the many waiting for “Gone Girl” to come to theaters in October, don’t fret — you can get your fill of danger, lies and twists aplenty with “Dangerous Boys,” the newest YA thriller from Abigail Haas. And, lucky you, MTV News has an exclusive excerpt of the book ahead of its August 14 release date.
A followup of sorts to Haas’ excellent (and way creepy) “Dangerous Girls,” the male-monikered iteration tells the tale of teenage Chloe and her dangerous love triangle with two brothers — the sweet, loving Ethan and the vaguely murder-y Oliver (guess which she’s most attracted to). Told via a series of flashbacks, we begin the book with one brother dead and another in the hospital — but which is which, and who killed who?
You’ll have to wait until next week to find out. In the meantime…
A Peek Inside ‘Dangerous Boys’:
Our lives are made up of choices. Big ones, small ones, strung together by the thin air of good intentions; a line of dominos, ready to fall. Which shirt to wear on a cold winter’s morning, what crappy junk food to eat for lunch. It starts out so innocently, you don’t even notice: go to this party or that movie, listen to this song, or read that book, and then, somehow, you’ve chosen your college and career; your boyfriend or wife.
So many choices, we stop counting after a while. They blur into an endless stream, leading seamlessly to the next question, the next decision –- yes, no, no, yes. The line of dominos falling one by one. Click, click, click, they tumble faster until you can only see the two that really mattered:
The beginning, and this, the end.
Oliver, and Ethan, and I.
“What are you doing, baby brother?” Oliver takes half a step towards us. “You’re scaring Chloe.” He looks from me to Ethan and back again, and I can see him trying to assess the scene, his brain ticking quickly behind those sharp blue eyes. “Just calm down.”
“I am calm!”
“We can talk about this.” Oliver tries to soothe him.
“No!” Ethan insists, his voice a hoarse yell. The sound sends shivers of fear through me. I’ve never seen him like this before, so wild and erratic. Out of control. “I’m not listening to your lies any more. It’s all bullshit, every word of it. You can’t talk your way out of this!”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, crumpled in the corner. “I’m so, so sorry. I never meant . . . I never meant to hurt you.”
“It’s too late for that!” Ethan screams.
I flinch back, shaking, looking desperately for some escape. But I’m trapped with Ethan standing between me and the door. Oliver is closer, he could go and get help; I catch his eye, trying to gesture, but instead of leaving, he just inches towards us.
“Shh, Ethan, it’s OK.” Oliver holds his hands up, a sign of submission. “We won’t talk, we don’t have to do anything. Just put the knife down.”
Ethan looks at the blade in his hand, like he’d forgotten it was there. The steel glints, bright in the candlelight, so pretty I could almost forget what ugly truths it could write.
“Ethan, please,” I beg. “Don’t hurt us.”