Page 52 of Filthy Elites

She glances at me again. “Then why did you guilt him into having lunch with you?”

“Guilthim? Is that what he told you?”

“He said he saved you from being run over by a car and that you insisted on paying for his lunch. He felt bad saying no, but he wasn’t keen.”

That rotten piece of shit.

I count to ten in my head before I reply. If I badmouth the asshole, most likely Sage will take his side. Infatuation turns people blind.

“That’s not what happened. We were both heading to Dennis’s Diner and figured we could keep each other company. I don’t know why he would twist the truth.”

A shadow of doubt crosses her eyes. At least she’s not refuting my idea completely.

She shakes her head and looks out the window. “I don’t know what to think anymore. I really, really like him. But Luke hates his guts and… well, I know Justice can get any girl he wants.”

Jesus. It sounds like Sage is head over heels in love with the guy. I don’t know what to say to open her eyes. She’d have to see him doing something shady to believe he’s bad news.

“He can’t get me. He’s not my type.”

She turns to me again, tilting her head. “You like Jason, don’t you?”

Blush spreads through my cheeks. “I don’t like him. He’s an ass.”

Her lips twist into a smile. “I was stupid for getting jealous of you with Justice. You’re totally into Jason. I can see it now.”

“You’re imagining things.” I stand. “What are you doing on Saturday?”

“I’m not sure. I think I need to go buy a gown for Victoria Petrov’s party.”

The mention of Jason’s mother turns my blood cold. “She’s having a party? When?”

“On Saturday. It’s super last minute, but when you’re filthy rich, you can make things happen in a short period of time.”

Jason didn’t say anything about a party, but why would he? We’re not a couple.

“I can help you shop for a dress,” I say.

“That would be fun,” she replies with a smile, but it wilts quickly. “Oh, crap. Were you not invited?”

"Nope. But that’s fine. I’ve met Victoria, and I’m not looking for a repeat.”

Despite my answer, guilt shines in Sage’s eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that. I really don’t care that I wasn’t invited. Truly.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll text you later."

I walk out of the library, hoping that Sage bought my lie. I shouldn’t be upset about the stupid party, but the sadness swirling in my chest says otherwise.

I have at least twenty minutes to kill before my next class, so I decide to grab something to eat at the cafeteria. I’m halfway there when my name is called through the speakers.

“Ms. Nicola Devlin, please report to the headmaster’s office at once.”

Crap on toast. What the hell did I do now?Am I in trouble with Mr. Cain because I ditched a couple of classes? If that’s the case, is calling me through the speakers necessary?

I’m annoyed as hell as I march to his office. His assistant looks at me and widens her eyes when she picks up on my mood.

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