My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

“Sam told them that Sierra and I were evaluating their performances during patrols and they came to ask for help. I guess they are worried about

failing if Kaley’s dad can’t rig anything in their favor. They’ve probably never had to truly work for something before” I shrug, turning to put my book back in my bag.

“Huh. You need to eat something, you are not gaining weight fast enough and you are tiny enough as it is.”

He slides a tray with a sandwich, chips, veggies, fruit and water on it towards me, then turns and just leaves.

I just blink and take another deep breath and try to remember that he is taking care of me in his own caveman way. It’s a sign of him trying to mend

fences that he came over in the first place and as much as I want to throw it away to show 1 am still angry with them and I don’t want to prove he is right.

But I am hungry and the doc said I wasn’t eating enough for my activity level, so I eat everything, quickly, then get up to throw my stuff out and head

to our next class without a backward glance. The presence of six bodies behind me tells me I have a full escort this time.

The next couple days are more of the same mundane routine, but I really don’t mind routine. Sometimes with all the chaos, having expected things

happen the way they are supposed to is calming and reassuring.

Marnie took my advice and while she wasn’t any better, she wasn’t as big of a pain as she was on day one and she seems to be really trying. Sierra

said something similar about Jeanie Friday morning.

tomorrow morning we are getting ready in the Luna’s suite for the mating ball.

we head over

might explode at her for telling me what our plans are for this stupid dance. The casual way she just

talked of nothing else all day and I

also doing the mental math and do not understand

to get ready

peace with going with her and the guys and I have determined myself to have a

her almost vibrating with excitement about the whole ordeal. We have one more class for the day and then

have been taking turns “hanging’ out with

Delta Kyle trust me in there by myself. None of us really talk,

though and I can’t decide if I am more happy or disappointed in the

gym for convenience, and the topic returned to the ball. This time we are discussing

at the packhouse. We apparently have to have a different outfit

to the dance.

me this morning that our “after- dresses’ will be hanging in your room and we

keeps rambling as my eyebrows rise farther into

stuck mid squat.

dress that you chose for me. Why does there have to bea