pushes open a set of doors. “Freshman classrooms,” she says. “You won’t be spending much time here. Sophomore classes are in the east wing. So you’re living with the Royals, huh?”
“Yes.” I don’t elaborate.
We whiz past a long row of lockers, which look nothing like the narrow, rusty lockers in the public schools I went to over the years. These are navy-blue and the width of three regular lockers. They gleam in the sunlight streaming in from the wall of windows in the hall.
We’re outside before I can blink, walking down a cobblestone path lined with gorgeous shade trees on each side. Savannah points to another ivy-covered building. “That’s the junior wing. All your classes will be in there. Except PE—the gym’s on the south lawn.”
East wing. South lawn. This campus is ridiculous.
“You meet the boys yet?” She stops in the middle of the path, her shrewd dark eyes fixed on my face. She’s sizing me up again.
“Yep.” I meet her gaze head-on. “Wasn’t too impressed.”
That gets me a startled laugh. “You’re in the minority then.” Her face sharpens again. “First thing you need to know about Astor—the Royals run this place, Eleanor.”
“Ella,” I correct.
She waves her hand. “Whatever. They make the rules. They enforce them.”
“And you all follow them like good little sheep.”
A slight sneer touches her lips. “If you don’t, then the four years you spend here will be miserable.”
“Well, I don’t give a damn about their rules,” I say with a shrug. “I might live in their house, but I don’t know them, and I don’t want to know them. I’m just here to get my diploma.”
“All right, I guess it’s time for another lesson about Astor.” She shrugs back. “Only reason I’m being so nice to you right now—”
Wait, this is her way of being nice ?
“—is because Reed hasn’t issued the Royal decree yet.”
I raise a brow. “Meaning?”
“Meaning all it takes is one word from him and you’ll be nothing here. Insignificant. Invisible. Or worse.”
Now I laugh. “Is this supposed to scare me?”
“No. It’s just the truth. We’ve been waiting for you to show up. We were warned, and we’ve been told to stand down until otherwise ordered.”
“By who? Reed? The King of Astor Park? Gee, I’m trembling in my panties.”
“They haven’t reached a decision about you. They will soon, though. I’ve known you for five minutes and I can already tell you what their decision will be.” She smirks. “Women have a sixth sense. It doesn’t take us long to know what we’re dealing with.”
I smirk back. “No. It doesn’t.”
The stare-off that follows only lasts a few seconds. Long enough for me to convey with my eyes that I don’t give a shit about her, or Reed, or this social hierarchy she clearly abides by. Then Savannah flips her hair again and beams at me.
“Come on, Eleanor, let me show you the football stadium. It’s state-of-the-art, you know.”
7
S avannah’s tour wraps up after a view of the indoor Olympic-size swimming pool. If there’s one thing she approves of, it’s my figure. The barely fed look is popular, she informs me with a brusqueness I’m beginning to believe is just her personality and not a reflection of what she thinks of me.
“You might think I’m a bitch, but I’m just honest. Astor Park is an entirely different kind of school. I’m assuming you went to public?” She gestures toward my thrift store skinny jeans.
“Yeah, but so what? School is school. I get it. There are different cliques. The popular kids, the rich kids—”
She flips her hand up to stop me. “No. This isn’t like anything you’ve ever experienced before. The gym we saw earlier?” I nod at the question. “It was originally supposed to be for the football team, but Jordan Carrington’s family threw a fit and it was re-designated as open access except during specific times. Between five and eight in the morning and two
“Yes.” I don’t elaborate.
We whiz past a long row of lockers, which look nothing like the narrow, rusty lockers in the public schools I went to over the years. These are navy-blue and the width of three regular lockers. They gleam in the sunlight streaming in from the wall of windows in the hall.
We’re outside before I can blink, walking down a cobblestone path lined with gorgeous shade trees on each side. Savannah points to another ivy-covered building. “That’s the junior wing. All your classes will be in there. Except PE—the gym’s on the south lawn.”
East wing. South lawn. This campus is ridiculous.
“You meet the boys yet?” She stops in the middle of the path, her shrewd dark eyes fixed on my face. She’s sizing me up again.
“Yep.” I meet her gaze head-on. “Wasn’t too impressed.”
That gets me a startled laugh. “You’re in the minority then.” Her face sharpens again. “First thing you need to know about Astor—the Royals run this place, Eleanor.”
“Ella,” I correct.
She waves her hand. “Whatever. They make the rules. They enforce them.”
“And you all follow them like good little sheep.”
A slight sneer touches her lips. “If you don’t, then the four years you spend here will be miserable.”
“Well, I don’t give a damn about their rules,” I say with a shrug. “I might live in their house, but I don’t know them, and I don’t want to know them. I’m just here to get my diploma.”
“All right, I guess it’s time for another lesson about Astor.” She shrugs back. “Only reason I’m being so nice to you right now—”
Wait, this is her way of being nice ?
“—is because Reed hasn’t issued the Royal decree yet.”
I raise a brow. “Meaning?”
“Meaning all it takes is one word from him and you’ll be nothing here. Insignificant. Invisible. Or worse.”
Now I laugh. “Is this supposed to scare me?”
“No. It’s just the truth. We’ve been waiting for you to show up. We were warned, and we’ve been told to stand down until otherwise ordered.”
“By who? Reed? The King of Astor Park? Gee, I’m trembling in my panties.”
“They haven’t reached a decision about you. They will soon, though. I’ve known you for five minutes and I can already tell you what their decision will be.” She smirks. “Women have a sixth sense. It doesn’t take us long to know what we’re dealing with.”
I smirk back. “No. It doesn’t.”
The stare-off that follows only lasts a few seconds. Long enough for me to convey with my eyes that I don’t give a shit about her, or Reed, or this social hierarchy she clearly abides by. Then Savannah flips her hair again and beams at me.
“Come on, Eleanor, let me show you the football stadium. It’s state-of-the-art, you know.”
7
S avannah’s tour wraps up after a view of the indoor Olympic-size swimming pool. If there’s one thing she approves of, it’s my figure. The barely fed look is popular, she informs me with a brusqueness I’m beginning to believe is just her personality and not a reflection of what she thinks of me.
“You might think I’m a bitch, but I’m just honest. Astor Park is an entirely different kind of school. I’m assuming you went to public?” She gestures toward my thrift store skinny jeans.
“Yeah, but so what? School is school. I get it. There are different cliques. The popular kids, the rich kids—”
She flips her hand up to stop me. “No. This isn’t like anything you’ve ever experienced before. The gym we saw earlier?” I nod at the question. “It was originally supposed to be for the football team, but Jordan Carrington’s family threw a fit and it was re-designated as open access except during specific times. Between five and eight in the morning and two
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