Ada
“What are you doing?” Tyler whispers as I want to sit down for lunch. I took a shower after beating up Clyde and I feel a bit better, but my anger is still simmering underneath the surface.
“Right now?” I frown. “I’m going to have lunch, I’m starving.”
“Yeah, but that’s not your chair anymore,” he grins at me.
“Oh,” I feel a slight blush as I go sit at the head of the table.
“This feels weird,” I mumble and everyone bursts out laughing.
“You better get used to it,” Tyler says.
“But don’t get too comfortable,” Zayne smirks. “It will soon be mine.”
“Only when you can beat Ada in a fistfight,” Tyler teases.
“Please,” Zayne snorts. “You can’t even beat her.”
“What did you expect?” Father smiles as he walks in and takes a seat. “She used to be the lead warrior.”
“Oh, Ada,” Zoe sa
