Miya POV
When I got home, I braced myself for another lecture from my parents. Dad met me at the door with his arms crossed over his chest, oozing that alpha energy that only sometimes worked on me. Today, I felt unphased by it. “Miya Summett,” he growled, “I don’t recall permitting you to stay over at that boy’s house last night.”
“Because you didn’t,” I replied with a yawn. I figured being direct might be the best way to cut it short. “I’m sorry. The game ended at midnight, and-”
“Is that a bandage on your arm?” mom cut in, her voice worried. “Did anyone see it?”
I sighed. I wanted to throw a fit about no one asking if I was okay. I reasoned that they all knew I was. “Yes,” I replied. “His father saw it, and his sister. I’m going to keep it bandaged today. I’ll bleed a little on the
