My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

That’s going to leave a handprint on my ass!” I shout at her trying to reach back and rub the sore spot _ Her and are still laughing and I’m trying to look around Cam’s back to see where she went when Cam puts me down slowly and Sierra and I realize they are no longer laughing

have to run. See you guys at training tomorrow morning.” Oliver says a little strained, before they all take off. Sam looks amused, Mateo angry and Oliver, Cam and Kota are, I don’t know, uncomfortable and blushing maybe Weird.

Wiat the hell was that all about? I ask watching the guys leave the large training grounds like they couldn’t move fast enough. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

You’re kidding right?’ Sierra asks, hands on her hips. I just stare blankly at her. Even for them, that was weird, but she is looking at me eyebrows raised, like I missed a punchline. ” They all just realized you’re a girl, a hot girl, that’s what.”

Wiat does that even mean? When have I ever not “been a girl?” Sarcasm dripping in my words.

since you

make inappropriate comments all the

you’re effing crazy. There is nothing different about me now versus this morning or in training gear versus a dress and they are not all going to want to dress shop with us, that would be torture. I know it will be for me. Sam is just coming to hang out with you and give me a hard time about being awkward

if they all show up and if your brother argues with any of them you owe me lunch at a place of my choosing.” She

make our way out of the arena too. It’s just the two of us now. I’m not sure when the adults left, but

competitive and idiotic guy friends.” She stops and looks around the parking lot. “Those jack*sses left us. Man,

our street. I just roll my

as a pretty smart person, but I can’t figure out what in the ‘F’ she is going on about. wave her off when we finally make it back to her house

and no one was around to find something to correct or criticize, but now that I have been spending so much time with such loud people, it’s almost suffocating. I can hear soft music from my brothers room, letting me know he’s home. I would love to talk to him about what Sierra was saying. He usually will give me a straight answer when I don’t understand people’s behavior, then again he left us high and dry with the rest of them, which is just as weird.