Page 4 of The Prom King & The Ice Queen

That is literally the only nice thing I will ever say about Leo Barons. He’s not a bully and he steps in when he thinks idiots like Shane are acting that way.

Which is why I step in now. Leaning forward, I give Shane my best withering glare. “Don’t you have anything better to do than obsess over Leo’s family?”

“I’m not obsessing,” Shane sputters.

I lift a shoulder, my expression bored. “Vincent Barons and that new girl are all you guys ever talk about. It’s pathetic.”

I lump April in with this and she pinches her lips together in annoyance. I’m shaming her like a child and I can get away with it because I’m a haughty witch and everyone knows it.

Also, what I’m saying is the truth and everyone knows that too.

Shane had a thing for Addie before he found out she was hooking up with the prodigal Barons’ son, and April basically went berserk when she realized that her ex was moving on with the new girl.

She’s spent the past two weeks spreading rumors about that poor girl, and now she has the nerve to be offended because she wasn’t invited to Addie’s birthday party.

But it was Leo’s call, that’s what’s really killing her. For whatever reason, Leo had been the one to invite people. Don’t ask me why. I’ve been trying my best to steer clear of the latest Barons’ drama.

Actually, I just do my best to steer clear of the Barons. Period.

But that’s hard to do because they host so many events and dinner parties that they’re basically my employer’s best customer. I swear I work a Barons’ party at least twice a month.

I turn my attention back to my yogurt, ignoring the side eye I’m getting from a clearly resentful April.

Had I crossed the line by publicly chastening her? Maybe. But honestly, she’s been getting out of hand lately.

She reeks of desperation, which is pitiful, but that doesn’t mean I can let her go rogue.

When I lift my head, I share another quick glance with Leo. It’s not much, but it’s there. He appreciates me stepping in, that’s what his look tells me.

I didn’t do it for you, I want to snap.

But I don’t. Because Leo and I rarely speak anymore. When we do it leads to bickering, which doesn’t look good on anyone.

As he’d said to me once, way back in freshman year—the kids get nervous when mommy and daddy fight.

He was kidding, but there’s truth to it. Callie might think we’re all royal or whatever, but the truth is, we’re more like parents keeping their immature little toddlers in check so they don’t throw tantrums or steal the other kids’ lunches.

And yeah, I know how jaded I sound.

I breathe a sigh of relief when the bell rings and the others jump up.

On days like this I feel ancient. So much older than my friends, and on a different planet when it comes to priorities.

All April cares about is making every guy want her and every girl envy her.

Me?

I just want a nap.

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