Chapter 9. He-Wolf

“What do you mean?” asked Azeera. “Why am I not allowed to know? I thought you liked me?” Azeera’s still being a brat, still pushing her right to know what happened to me and the noises that recently bothered me. 

We’re now on the bus, on the way to the Jeyoha. It’s a 3-hour flight, and Azeera is my seatmate, together with her mixed-breed friends. 

Mixed breed because there are the innocent, bully, the bullied, and party girl. Azeera was the brat. She’s always wearing her iconic eyeliner, straight hair with the highlights color of a blonde, and a pleasingly plump body.

I shook my head. “I’m sorry, I told you I’m still uncertain about the information,” I replied, trying to hide, trying really hide, my annoyance. 

I’m starting to feel like she was invading my privacy and right to hide a piece of specific information. She’ll just spill the tea with her friends, that’s what I don’t like. 

See? Now, she’s crossing her arm. “I hate you, yo