Page 43 of The Prom King & The Ice Queen

“You looked like you needed an out,” Isla says with an unapologetic grin. “Was I wrong?”

I shake my head. I’d liked Isla from the start but right now I’m starting to get why she’s so good for Finn. Even so, I wish Finn were here. He’s the closest thing I have to a best friend and he’d get what I’m going through without me having to talk.

Not that Isla’s nagging me with questions. She drops my arm and turns to face me. “Want to talk about it?”

I shake my head. “I really don’t.”

She laughs as she nods. “Yeah, okay. Well…” She glances meaningfully back toward the cafeteria. “You know where to find me. And Callie. And Willow.”

I nod. My stupid emotions are out of control this week, and I hate it. Maybe I’m getting my period or something.

Yes. That’s it. Let’s blame hormones for this complete and utter reevaluation of everything I thought was important.

Isla sighs loudly and then claps her hands on my shoulders like she’s my coach or something. “Look, Savannah. I get it. I really do.”

I arch my brows, aiming for haughty and failing miserably, I’m sure. “What do you think you get?”

She smiles and it’s a little patronizing, to be honest. “I basically was you at my old school. So trust me when I say…I get it.”

I blink at that. I can totally see her being a diva and the queen bee. But she never went for that here. Probably because she had the good luck to meet Finn before she got sucked into Lindale’s popularity contest.

When I don’t say anything, she squeezes my shoulders before dropping her hands. “You know you can drop the act any time right?”

I don’t speak, but this time because I can’t. I have the stupidest urge to cry. But I’ve never once cried in front of anyone, and I don’t plan to start now.

“Whenever you get tired of it,” Isla continues as she starts to turn back toward the cafeteria. “You know where to find us.”

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