My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

Chapter 0151

' forget that you and Kaley are cousins. That's so weird to process. Hold that thought though, I need to shower and I assume you are my escort to

school? Give me ten minutes.

"Here, Luna Ava wanted me to bring you this and said 'corne home as soon as you're ready.’ She probably figures you don't have anything left here.

He holds out a bag I didn't even notice before.

She's not wrong. My hasty escape to my childhood prison did not involve bringing supplies, like a change of clothes.

I take the bag and just nod my head before running up the stairs two at a time. I am done in record time and had to laugh at what Luna Ava packed.

She knew who I would forgive or at least talk to first and who I would need more convincing to give another chance. She must have also come into

my room and taken everything else I had so I had no choice but to wear what she packed me. Although, there is no other scent but mine. Sneaky,

meddling woman. I'll have to ask her about that.

she gave me Oliver's tank top, a t-shirt

them just before she packed them. I roll my eyes while I roll up the sleeves on the sweatshirt and

the shirt into my pants too since it goes all the way to my knees, this takes

look

brother and I didn't contribute

my other options." I say as we start heading toward the school, clearly neither of us are in

get there, we're already late, I'm so far ahead in my classes the teachers stopped caring when I come and go. They also probably

with Kaley when I'm not there. And he's the future Delta, primary schooling is just

my eyes and laugh. He and Mateo are taking the malnutrition diagnosis to heart. What they don't

something I am going to tell them

while we are talking about

make that jump from Luna

change the subject! You are still going to the ball with us right? You can't go alone,

recruited by the

a lot. With everything else going on, the Mating Ball just seems stupid, especially for me. I'm only

and I can't dance. I

seems like many of them are just using the ball to try and force chosen

to be in any of your positions, at all, basically paraded