Kings of Linwood Academy - The Complete Box Set: A Dark High School Romance Series Callie Rose (i read a book TXT) 📖

glances from Lincoln to the rest of the kings to me. Trent has stepped back two paces, and it looks like he’s considering running while the guys are distracted.

God, why am I not surprised?

He’s perfectly willing to ditch Savannah and let her face the music alone, just like his so-called friends let him get dragged outside the club by the four boys flanking me.

This is what happens when you hang out with people who don’t actually give a shit about you, who are just using you for their own benefit. When the chips are down, when it really fucking matters—they vanish.

None of the kings would leave each other behind for anything, no matter what kind of threat they faced. And I’m pretty sure by now that they wouldn’t leave me behind either.

I know I wouldn’t leave them.

“Fine.” Savannah bares her teeth as she says the word. She puts a falsely sweet smile on her face and turns to me. “What do you want to talk about?”

“I’ve just got a couple questions for you,” I say, ignoring her little temper tantrum. She’s doing what we want, and that’s all that matters. Besides, the bell will ring in about ten minutes, so we don’t have any time to waste. “But not here. Come with me.”

I grab her arm, and she yelps angrily as I tug her down the hall toward the girls’ bathroom. Low voices rise up from behind us, but I don’t turn back to see what the guys are saying to Trent. I have to trust that they’ll be smart and keep their cool enough not to get busted, and right now, my sole focus is Savannah.

Pushing the bathroom door open, I pull her inside, then release her to peer under the doors of each of the stalls. There’s no one in any of them, and the freshman girl washing her hands at the sink takes one look at us and scampers out, her hands still dripping.

As soon as the door closes, I turn to Savannah, only to find her eyes narrowed into slits.

“So I was right.” She takes a step toward me, cocking her head. “God, you really are the biggest skank to ever walk these halls. You are fucking all four of them.”

I’m not, actually. Or at least, I haven’t yet.

But I do want to. And I probably will.

I’ll be damned if I let someone like Savannah make me feel bad about that though. What I have with the kings of Linwood feels more solid than any other relationship I’ve had with a guy in my life, and although an intense attraction simmers between all of us, it’s about a hell of a lot more than that.

I like them.

I’m friends with them.

I’m falling in love with them.

My non-reaction doesn’t seem to be what Savannah was hoping for, so she tries again.

“You know, having four boyfriends doesn’t make you cool or anything.” She tosses her hair over her shoulder, glaring at me. “It just makes you a filthy slut.”

Anger twists in my stomach, and I lift a mocking eyebrow. “Says the girl with one boyfriend. If you can even call him that. I dunno.” I scrunch my nose up, pretending to think about it. “When the guy you’re fucking has a dick that small, what do you call him? Half a boyfriend?”

“You fucking bitch!”

Savannah’s enraged squawk is the only warning I get before she launches herself at me.

Oops. Must’ve hit a nerve.

I dodge out of the way of her claw-like fingernails and grab one of her backpack straps, yanking her off balance and then shoving her away from me.

“Watch. It.”

My tone is hard as I level a warning finger at her. I’m done taking her shit, and I didn’t bring her in here to get into a stupid catfight.

Savannah grips the edge of the sink counter to steady herself, then slowly turns around to face me. I can tell by her expression that she’s tallying up everything I know about her, weighing it against the satisfaction of trying to kick my ass. My blackmail material wins—this time.

She holds up her hands in a sullen, placating gesture and huffs a breath. “Fine. What do you want to know?”

“You told me that Iris was seeing an older guy. Someone she called her gray fox. Remember?”

“Of course I remember, you idiot. I’m the one who told you.”

“Did she say anything else about him?”

Savannah scowls at me. “Why the hell do you want to know?”

I grit my teeth. “Because I’m collecting boyfriends, and I want to raise the average age of my harem.”

Her brows bunch up in confusion, and I roll my eyes. Should’ve known math jokes would go over her fucking head.

“I just want to know if she said anything else about him, all right? You mentioned that she met him through someone they both knew. Who was that?”

She still looks suspicious. “Why do you keep asking me about Iris?”

“Savannah!” I swear to God, I can feel my blood simmering in my veins. “Just fucking tell me.”

She throws up her hands, glaring right back at me. “I don’t know who it was, okay? Some girl she knew from another school. Waverly Prep, I think. I don’t know anything about her, except that she apparently had some amaaazing tattoo that Iris wouldn’t stop talking about. Iris kept saying she was gonna get one too. Like she ever would’ve had the guts.”

Savannah rolls her eyes, then bites her lip. I think she might feel a little bad for speaking ill of the dead.

Fuck. A girl from Waverly Prep with a tattoo. That’s all we have to go on?

“Iris never even mentioned her name? Never told you anything else about her?” I ask desperately.

“No!” she glares at me. “We didn’t tell each other every fucking thing. This girl was like her ‘rebel friend’ or whatever. She never told me much about her, but she obviously fucking worshipped her. And Iris told me that’s how she met the older guy she was seeing on the side—through