Savage Royals (Boys of Oak Park Prep #1) - Callie Rose Page 0,61

than out front—and soft moans came from some of the small rooms off the main hallway. Through an open door, I saw Crista King lean forward and hold a rolled up bill to her nose. She pushed it along a thin white line on the table in front of her, holding her other nostril closed with one finger. When she came up for air, she smiled, her eyes glazed as she pinched her nose and settled back on the couch.

Holy fuck.

My gaze flitted up to Finn’s. Somehow, my arm had made its way around his waist too, and my fingers dug into his side. He winced slightly then pressed his free hand over mine, flattening my fingers against his hip. “Don’t worry, Tal. This is the VIP area, so we let people do whatever they want, but none of us are into the hard shit… anymore.”

I caught the last word, even though he said it softly. But before I could ask anything else, he pushed through a door into another small study room off the main hall. It clicked shut behind us as Mason, Elijah, and Cole looked up. They were all lounging comfortably on the couches and chairs in the room, and Elijah smiled when he saw me.

“Hey. Wasn’t sure you’d come, Princess.”

“That’s what I said!”

Finn grinned down at me, guiding me over to the couch where Elijah was sitting. I sank down between the two of them, taking a long pull from my cup.

“How’s it going out there?” Mason asked Finn.

“Good. Pretty chill so far.”

“So, wait.” I leaned forward, my gaze bouncing between the two of them. “You throw a party for everyone, and then you escape to the back and hang out in here with each other?”

“Yup.” Finn chuckled. “Why? Does that make us sound like losers?”

A laugh burst from my lips before I could help it. “Actually, yeah. It kinda does.”

“Everybody wants something from us,” Mason said. They were all out of their school uniforms, and he wore a long-sleeved Henley with dark, carefully distressed jeans. They made his long legs look distractingly good. “We host this party every month to give them all something. But that doesn’t mean we want to hang out with them.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. He really could be a cock sometimes.

“Wow. How noble of you,” I drawled.

“Hey, wait until everyone here puts two and two together and realizes you’re the sole heir to the entire Hildebrand fortune. See how you like a bunch of random assholes coming up to you and offering to suck your fucking dick if you can just help them out with this one little thing. Have fun trying to figure out who your real friends are then.”

There was a bitterness to his voice that took me by surprise, and I flopped back lightly against the couch, taking another sip of my drink.

“Okay. I see your point. But I really hope nobody offers to suck my dick.”

“Yeah? What kind of offers are you taking?”

He smiled lazily at me, but the glint in his eyes made me blush, and I was suddenly very thankful for the low light.

Then he jerked his chin at Cole, and the raven-haired boy leaned over, grabbing a small box off the floor by his chair. He flipped it open and started rolling a joint as the conversation continued around us.

I studied his dexterous movements, fascinated in spite of myself. Kids had smoked behind the back entrance of Sand Valley High all the time, but I’d never joined them.

When he finished, he scooted his chair closer and passed the joint to me. He held it out, silent as always, and raised a brow when I didn’t take it right away. I licked my lips, hesitating for a split second longer before I accepted it, holding it gingerly between my thumb and forefinger. Cole pulled out an expensive looking silver lighter and held it up.

“Stop staring at me,” I grumbled. The other three had all leaned forward expectantly, making me feel like a zoo animal on display.

“Then stop dickin’ around,” Mason commented dryly, but when I glanced over at him, he was grinning.

“All right, all right. Give me a light.”

I stuck the joint between my lips, still holding onto it tightly, and Cole’s blue eyes flickered in the glow of the flame as he lit it for me.

When I sucked in a breath, acrid smoke hit the back of my throat in a rush, making nausea rise up in my stomach. My eyes watered