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

all being assholes to me anymore, I don’t exactly have any tight friends at this school yet. I text Hunter pretty much every day, but we can’t be each other’s wing-women at parties from thousands of miles away.

Therefore, drinks.

I find the kitchen and grab the first thing I see—a fancy looking beer with a name I can’t pronounce. It tastes good though, dark, sweet, and heavy.

Clutching it like a lifeline, I move back through the crowd until I spot a group of kids I know from my Business and Economics class.

I’m heading their way when I catch sight of River. He’s standing near the curved staircase that leads to the second floor, his back to the wall. Lincoln, Dax, and Chase are nearby, embroiled in a deep discussion. But I quickly realize that what drew my attention was the flash of white-blonde hair as Iris approached him. She’s obviously a few drinks deep already, because she wobbles slightly as she drapes her arms around his neck, smiling seductively up at him.

Ugh.

I grimace. Just two days ago, she and Savannah had another blowout in the girls’ locker room over Trent. They both want him, seeing as he’s the fucking football captain, and they keep lying and backstabbing each other as they try to stake their claim on him. But apparently, that won’t stop Iris from sniffing around elsewhere too.

The sight of her grinding up on River bothers me for some reason, although I’m not quite sure why. But he doesn’t seem interested at all. She doesn’t stop when he fails to respond to her advances though, standing on her tiptoes to try to stick her tongue in his ear.

He jerks sharply at that and finally pushes her away. I can’t hear what he says over the noise of the music and the crowd, but it’s obviously a rejection.

That penetrates her drunk skull, and she blinks at him in shock for a second. Then she shoves against his chest, her voice rising to a yell that cuts through the surrounding noise. “Fuck you, River Bettencourt! You think I’m not good enough for you? Is that what you think?”

He shakes his head and mutters something to her as his three friends turn in their direction.

“Any guy at this school would be lucky to hook up with me, you asshole! You think you’re so much better than me?” She’s drunker than I thought, her voice slurring a little as she yells. “I shouldn’t have even bothered going after a loser like you!” A sneer curves her lips. “It would’ve been a pity fuck, and you know it. Why would any girl want someone defective like you?”

The last words are almost a hiss, but then she screeches as she’s physically hauled away from him. Dax releases her so fast she stumbles in her heels and almost goes down on her ass, but she flings her arms out to steady herself as all three of the guys converge around River, facing off against Iris. Savannah rushes forward to grab the elbow of her on-again, off-again friend, glaring at the four boys, who glare right back.

Holy shit. They’re fucking pissed.

When Lincoln stood up for me in the cafeteria, there was an air of bored nonchalance in his challenge of Savannah. But now, I swear he’s practically growling.

“Back the fuck off, Iris. You’re wasted.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t know the truth,” she slurs. “Maybe the whole school should know—”

This time it’s Chase who steps up. I don’t hear what he says, but whatever it is, it makes Iris blanch. Her eyes spit daggers at all of them, but she and Savannah turn on their heels and stalk off—the effect only slightly ruined by her unsteady gait.

Lincoln turns to face River, saying something I can’t hear. The brown-haired boy nods, his jaw tight. The other three kings go back to their discussion, keeping an eye on the party-goers around them, as Rivers disappears down a hallway toward the back of the house.

Savannah and Iris settle into a corner to lick their wounds, and I find myself diverting from my original course. Instead, I slip down another hallway and make my way to the back, stepping out onto a wide terrace.

It’s dark out here, lit only by the glow spilling from the windows on the other side of the house. River is standing near the low wall that edges the terrace, and his head is slightly bent. He looks… sad. Broken, somehow.

Did Iris’s words really hurt him? How could they have? She’s a drunk, kind of skanky cheerleader, and when it comes to power and status at school, he’s got her beat, hands down.

“Hey, um, I’m sorry about that,” I say softly. This guy’s been kind of a dick to me, but he hasn’t done anything bad enough for me to relish in watching someone tear him down.

He doesn’t respond, just draws in a deep breath and runs a hand through his brown hair. He probably wants to be left alone, but I’ve never been great about walking away from things, so I step closer, reaching out to touch his shoulder with my free hand.

“Seriously, Iris is a bitch. I don’t know what her problem is, but she—”

My fingertips are a few inches from him when he spins, cutting me off as he clamps a hand around my wrist. His gray eyes look almost silver in the dim light, and he squints at me, breathing hard.

“What the fuck do you want?”

I’m shocked by the sudden movement, and by the look on his face. My heart stutters in my chest as I shake my head. “Nothing. I just wanted to say—”

“I don’t need your fucking pity. Just get the hell away from me.”

He pushes me backward and releases my wrist at the same time, keeping his gaze locked on me as I stand there and gape at him.

What the hell? I was just trying to be nice.

But I’m not Iris, so instead of throwing a temper tantrum about it, I just hold