My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

Skylar POV

“What bonfire?” Sierra looks at me accusingly.

I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t do parties because I don’t have friends. So I don’t usually pay attention to the social scene.” I look down at the ground after that word vomit confession. Taking a deep breath I look back up at Sierra. I wonder when she is going to figure out I am not someone to know and she’ll move on like everyone else.

Sam looks at me and chuckles a bit but then quickly turns confused when I don’t join in laughing then looks between the two of us. He clears his throat. “We have a bonfire the weekend following the first full week of classes. Which happens to be tonight, you should both come. It’s in the clearing in the woods behind the packhouse, nothing too crazy, but it is tradition. Will you come? Please say you’ll be there.” He’s looking at Sierra with big puppy dog eyes. Is he pouting?!

“Of course! We can’t break tradition!” Her cheery personality shines through. “Is there a dress code for this particular get-together or is it come as you are?” She smiles up at him. So, this is what flirting looks like up close, interesting. She definitely does it better than Kaley, I think I get the appeal now.

“Come as you are, but I would dress warm, it’s already starting to cool off and the clearing is in a

“What time?”

setting everything up now, so you can come whenever, but the bonfire is lit near dark, so like 9. But, really you can come whenever.” He smiles at Sierra. It’s really cute to watch him flirt. I

both in and the doors are closed she looks over at me. “Okay, I was just trying to get us away from the b*tch trio and the hot brigade, but after all of that I really am hungry, where’s the

I question her, shaking my head. She just laughs

eat and head to her place which just so happens to be at the end of our block. “I didn’t realize your aunt and uncle were some of our lead warriors. That would explain your fighting skills. I guess I never

do parties because you don’t have friends’? You’re not going to just slide that into conversation and

been like that for a long time. You are the first person I have had more than one conversation in a row that wasn’t in school about an assignment or at training.” I shrug. It’s weird though when I used to think

I have a feeling the silver laced whip marks on your back fall into this same story