Savage Little Lies: Chapter 5
Savage Little Lies: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Court Legacy Book 2)
Sloane
My text messages to Dorian had gone unanswered last night, my calls straight to voicemail. I wasnât sure if he had his phone off or was simply shutting me out.
Yesterday hadnât made sense.
Heâd accused me of leaking his location yesterday. Initially, heâd demanded if I snitched to the cops myself, but I hadnât. I mean, Iâd called for reinforcements to get him out. Of course, I hadnât wanted him arrested.
I supposed he could believe that considering Iâd made calls for him, but he also could believe I may have simply slipped something to someone, Bru or someone else, and that had gotten around. This was a town where people seemed to like to get in each otherâs business, but I hadnât done that either. Iâd never do that to him, betray his confidenceâ¦
He clearly didnât believe me, and unfortunately, I couldnât justify blowing up his phone outside of the few messages and calls I had made to plead my case.
His family was going through some epic shit right now.
The news had his family and the Prinze name all over it. My brother Bru and I had spent most of last night watching everything go down. Dorianâs family was being harassed, and it was only by the grace of God Principal Mayberryâs kidnapping had all but disappeared in all this. The media was talking about the viral video, yes, but not much surrounding whoâd done it. They didnât seem to be concerned with that.
I mean, the woman was dead.
All this was fucking crazy, the added layer that Dorian believed Iâd betrayed him on top of that. I hadnât. I had no idea how the cops had found him to even arrest yesterday.
I tried him one more time when I got up that morning, but when I got voicemail instantly again, I couldnât help my frustrations. This was probably completely selfish of me feeling frustrated, and there was a strong possibility that his life was chaos right now and he simply didnât want to deal with his thoughts about me on top of it.
Iâll talk to him at school.
That was if he was at school. I hadnât received any messages that classes had been canceled again, but that didnât necessarily mean he would be there. In fact, I wouldnât blame him for taking the day off if those thirsty pricks known as the media were still cluttering his neighborhood. My brother, Callum, and I watched them literally broadcast outside of the gates of Dorian and his familyâs cul-de-sac.
Callum really had been a godsend in all this. After I got back home, Iâd found him there with Bru in front of the television, but the older man hadnât been watching TV. Heâd been on the phone looking into the situation with Dorian, but not for the same reasons as the media.
âJust want to make sure the boy and his family are faring well since heâs your friend,â heâd said to me. âI figured youâd want some actual news and not this chaotic drivel.â His expression had gone serious. âThat is one thing I donât miss about living here. This town is small enough where everyone wants to know everything.â
I was starting to see that, all of this a mess.
Iâd been shocked to see Callum making calls on his own and on my behalf. I hadnât asked him to do that, but I couldnât be more grateful. His news updates had actually kept me sane last night since Dorian hadnât texted or called me back. He was able to confirm the media was only talking about Mayberryâs murder, and with the updates he and the news did give me, I was able to see that Dorian and the guys would not be implicated for her viral confession. That had been my biggest worry.
When things started getting late, I figured Callum would stay at the house with Bru and me last night. I mean, the place had enough bedrooms, and he technically owned the space. Heâd given us literally the roof over our heads, but heâd been adamant about checking into a hotel downtown when he finally wrapped up his calls.
âThis is your space,â heâd said, his driver behind him and waiting to take him. âBut I will see you children again before I leave. I want to check on everything with the house and make sure itâs running smoothly. And of course check in with you too and hear your updates.â
We all hadnât gotten to talk about my brotherâs and my updates. Weâd all been too busy watching Dorianâs with the rest of the town, but obviously for different reasons.
Our guardian had left after that, and again, he hadnât asked for anything from Bru or me. My brother and I had never been ones to have a lot of luck. In fact, we could definitely be considered unlucky. We both barely remembered our mother since sheâd died when we were so young, and our father had had a slew of mental health issues. My brother and I had constantly moved because of that, and weâd never had much.
Since Callum had come into our lives, we seemed to suddenly have someone looking out for us, someone we could rely on. My brother and I basically had a fairy godfather, and I was so happy to not have to do all this by myself. I was only eighteen and had nothing to my name besides my fatherâs Chevelle.
It was just my brother and me, and I forced myself to believe everything with Dorian would be okay. There were a lot of emotions that had gone on yesterday, and I just had to stress to him that I had his back the next time I did see him. He and his may not be my family, but I was certainly invested in his well-being. In fact, certainly more than I wanted to admit. It had been my brother and me basically taking care of each other for a while, so trying to wrap my head around being anything to anyone else was hard for me.
So damn hard.
Things would be okay, and I just had to believe it. If Dorian wasnât at school today, at least Bow may be. Iâd tried texting her too last night, but Dorianâs family was basically hers as well. I wasnât surprised to not hear anything back from her either and tried to be patient with the situation. They were all probably really freaking out right now with everything surrounding Mayberry and Charlie, Dorianâs uncle. I needed to respect that.
Things are going to be okay. Things are going to be okay.
This was my mantra as I showered, then got my uniform on. I hadnât heard Bru all morning in the house, so I decided to bug him before getting breakfast.
âBru?â I knocked on his door, a mumble on the other side. My brow shot up. âAre you still sleeping?â
I normally ran into him at least once in the halls during our morning routines, but I noticed I hadnât today. Iâd been so focused on the Dorian stuff I hadnât thought about it.
He didnât answer after my second knock, and I turned the doorknob.
âCover whatever you donât want seen,â I announced, but pushed open the door when I found him still in bed. He had a sheet over his head, and I sighed. âWhat are you doing? Get up.â We had to be at school in less than an hour. I let go of the door. âCome on.â
âNah, man. I donât feel good.â
He moaned under his sheet, and I rolled my eyes. Heâd tried similar tactics when we were kids. I frowned. âYouâre not getting out of school just because you fucked up.â
Him and that stupid fucking haze I definitely hadnât forgotten about. Heâd tried to get in with Dorian and his clique.
Maybe he thought he might have to answer to that today. From Legacyâs Court minions maybe. Either way, he was going to school.
My brotherâs response was to moan again, and I came over to his bed. I ripped the sheet off and found him down to his boxers, his arms hugging his big body. He was basically in the fetal position, and my brow shot up. âWhat the fuck?â
I sat on the bed, touching his brow. He was clammy, and his forehead heated my palm the hell up.
Fuck, he is sick.
âI told you I wasnât lying. Fuck.â He pulled the sheets back up, covering himself. âIâm not going to school.â
âOkay.â Christ. He hadnât been sick since we were like kids. Iâd gotten sick more than him over the years. I touched his brow again. He was burning up. âLet me go take your temperature.â
âDonât bother. Already did. Itâs ridiculous.â The bedding shook when he closed his eyes. Shit, did he have chills too? âI have a fever. Iâm staying the fuck home.â
He burrowed into his bedding, and I agreed. I sat back. âWell, do you need anything? Should I stay home?â
He laughed a little, shaking his head. He still had his eyes closed, but he smiled. âIâm seventeen, Noa. Iâll be fine. Go to school.â
âYou sure?â
He nudged me back, and I smiled, my worry dying down a little. He was obviously sick, but still acting like himself considering. âOkay, well, Iâll make sure to get your school work for everything.â
âGoody,â he said, laughing again. But he sounded so tired. I started to get up, but his hand came out and touched mine.
âDid you ever hear back from Dorian?â he asked, concerned when he opened his eyes. I hadnât told him about the fallout between Dorian and me, his accusations. For starters, that was between him and me, and after a conversation, I figured Iâd get the dark prince to come around.
That issue was personal, and honestly, I hadnât wanted to think about the alternative. That I might not get him to believe me.
Heâd been so angry.
âNot yet, but Iâm going to try to talk to him today if heâs at school,â I said. As far as my brother was concerned, Dorian was simply busy with his family and hadnât been returning my calls and texts.
Bru pulled his bedding up, and I snuggled him in. I hadnât done that for him since we were kids. My brother was this big tough football player now. He rested his arms on the bed. âWell, when you see him, tell him I feel for him. The other guys too if you see them. I still havenât heard back from them, but Iâm not surprised.â
I wasnât either. They were all hella close, family.
I guess my brother knew that too.
I patted his hand. âSleep and donât play too many video games, please.â
I got nothing but a chuckle from that, his eyes closed. âI make no promises. And hey, can you talk to Coach for me? Iâm obviously not going to be at practice today.â
After promising him Iâd do that, I got up. Before I headed downstairs, I told him Iâd get him stuff out of the first aid kit for his fever, Tylenol. I headed downstairs to do that and jumped when I came across Callum. The older man had been making coffee, a cup in his hand. He wore a suit, and seeing me, he raised a hand.
âSorry. Did I scare you?â His head tilted. âI hope you donât mind, but I let myself in. I have a man coming through the house today to check the filters and make sure everything with the house is running smoothly.â
He had mentioned he was going to be doing that, and of course, I hadnât minded. He owned the house. âNo, youâre fine. Iâm just jumpy.â
A lot had fucking happened in the last few hours, another added layer with my brother being sick.
I came into the room and noticed Callum had two coffee cups going. He gestured to one for me, and I appreciated that. Did I mention I had a fairy godfather? I mean, this man left no stone unturned. I noticed he had a laptop up on the kitchen island like heâd been working, and he sat in front it while I got my breakfast together. I chose cereal.
âHow was your evening, Sloane?â he asked me from behind it. I turned, and his frown greeted me when I swiveled in his direction. âDid you ever hear back from your friend?â
Yeah, Iâd texted Dorian. Yeah, Iâd called Dorian. I shook my head, and Callumâs frown deepened.
âI can imagine all this is hard on the family,â he said, sighing. âI brushed up on the controversy. A terrible sequence of events.â
Heâd put that lightly. What Dorian and his family⦠his friends and his family, were going through was something out of a nightmare.
âIâm going to try to see him today at school,â I said, my and my brotherâs guardian also unaware about Dorianâs heated issue with me. Again, that was personal. I appreciated Callum and everything he did, but he was still a stranger. âAnd I never really got to thank you for making those calls on his behalf.â
The man had stepped in like a knight, no questions asked, and that meant so much to me.
He raised a hand, his smile lifting. âIt wasnât a problem. In any sense, it sounds as if things were going to work themselves out anyway.â I eyed him, and he nodded. âThe actual murderer coming forward? It seems your friend really does have some luck on his side.â
He did, and thank God for that.
âYou met the boy at school, then?â he asked casually. âI donât believe you ever said.â
âYeah, school.â And it was crazy how far we were away from that initial place weâd met. Thereâd been so much tension there and misunderstandings even back then. Dorian had never been easy.
âHeâs just a friend, then?â he asked, bringing me out of my thoughts. His smile was small. âSorry. I donât mean to be intrusive. I suppose I was just curious after seeing you both together yesterday. You seem close.â
I wondered if that had been obvious, us looking like we were together.
I mean, the way heâd hugged meâ¦
If was as if Iâd given him life when he saw me at the police station, but that had changed so quickly. I didnât know why, and we needed to talk.
âHeâs just a friend,â I said, and I didnât find the question invasion. I mean, the man had been willing to open his pocketbook for Dorian. That warranted the question, and I was being honest with him. I didnât know what Dorian and I were. Weâd been enemies, heated ones, and somewhere along the way that had changed into something else. That something else was just as heated, passionate, and where we were at now I didnât now. I hoped friends at least.
I couldnât reach my thoughts higher at the moment, never good at emotional things. Because I wasnât, I forced a smile, putting on that strength I didnât feel I always had. Itâd always been needed, though, for my brother and me. We were survivors.
I noticed Callumâs attention while in my thoughts, and I was grateful he didnât push the issue. I couldnât talk about it anymore anyway.
âIâm glad youâve been able to find friendship in your short time here,â he said, his eyes warm. âAnd I hope you donât mind, but Iâm going to work here for a few hours this morning. I plan to step out when maintenance gets here, but I want to at least wait for the doctor.â
âDoctor?â
His gaze lifted from his laptop. âFor your brother? I ran into him this morning, and he said he was sick. I figured Iâd call the doctor for him just in case. Thereâs an excellent physician I know not far from here. Heâs coming down to see Bru and make a house call.â
I mean, I couldnât even think after he said that. That heâd been willing to do that. I swallowed. âDo you think itâs serious? Bru?â
âProbably not, but itâs better to be safe than sorry.â His smile widened. âIâve also called someone about your car. Your brother mentioned it was giving you issues. Theyâll be through to tow it to a local shop. Since Bru wonât be at school today, you can use his, or if youâd like to have your own, I can work that out too.â
I blinked, truly awed here. Heâd done all this?
I must have been silent for too long because he made eye contact with me then. He frowned. âI can have whatever you want delivered. Maybe you want Bru to have something here to drive just in case? I canâ¦â
âNo, no. Itâs fine.â I waved him off, floored. âAnd I guess, just thank you.â
I didnât feel that warranted any further explaining. I was thanking him for everything.
His eyes warmed. âNot a problem. You have a good day at school, and if you need anything, Iâll be around. As you know, I have a room at the Bellaire downtown. Iâll either be there, here, or in meetings. Iâm looking into some business endeavors based in Maywood Heights. Would give me more of an opportunity to see you children.â
Bru and I would be going off to college soon, but Iâd be lying if I said I wouldnât mind him around. Coming downstairs, it was like those times back when Dad had had his good days. When he was there in the kitchen and things were just normal.
I couldnât thank Callum enough for giving me that feeling. Even if it was only temporary. In fact, he said he was leaving in a few days. He ran businesses all over, and the fact heâd put my brother and me, of all people, in his schedule to simply check on us?
I simply didnât have words.
âI appreciate everything youâre doing for us,â I said. âIâm sure Dad appreciates it too.â
God, heâd love all this, the security and comfort Callum gave us was something heâd always reached for. Heâd wanted to do that for us himself, but his own internal limitations had always kept him guarded. He hadnât been able to keep a job, so we were always struggling.
âAgain, itâs not a problem,â he said. âIâm happy to help.â
He went back to work after that, and smiling, I finished up, then headed to school. I drove that morning with finally a little bit of peace when the last few days had been anything but. I was so hopeful when finally showing up to Windsor Prep. Especially when I did spot Legacy.
The boys were by their cars, Bow with them. The little rabbit was digging in her school bag when I drove right past them, and I hurried into a spot.
I hadnât seen Dorian.
Thatcher and Wells were there, Ares too, but no Dorian. The large boys stood in conversation by their cars, Aresâs Hummer in the center. Heâd chosen not to park in his Student of the Month space today, and I was surprised to see Bow with them. I figured she drove herself.
Maybe she hadnât today considering everything. Quickly, I got out of my brotherâs car, wanting to catch them. I got my bag, but by the time I made it around the car, the group had already moved on toward the school. They were moving with a group of kids, people I recognized as Legacy groupies around them. I waved my arm. âBow!â
She started to turn in my direction, like she heard her name, but Thatcher put an arm over her shoulder. He kept her moving forward, and when the others fell in close behind, I lost sight of her all together. All their fan boys and girls seemed to crowd around them as they headed toward the school.
Huffing, I banked on being able to catch them later, Bow later. I tried not to let the anxiety hit me that maybe they wouldnât want to talk to me. I mean, Dorian definitely could have talked to them.
I bet they just didnât hear you.
That was what I made myself believe. At the present, I had no other choice.