Savannah’s mouth snaps shut like a steel trap. Her nostrils flare, and I know she gets the veiled reference to the damaging information we have on her.
It’s actually nothing all that bad. She hasn’t fucking killed anyone or anything. Most of it isn’t even stuff she’d get in trouble for.
But it is embarrassing. It would tarnish the reputation she’s spent years building up in this place, and I think that matters more to her than the threat of punishment ever would.
Her jaw clenches as she 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.”