I have to admit I was more than a little surprised to see that Octavia had actually arrived. Her friend, not so much. She had been as over-excited as the kids we were currently working with at the mere mention of a game. But Octavia, the mask of calm she attempted to use did nothing to hide the look of disgust upon her face at my suggestion. There was no denying that this girl did not want to be at the game, and even less so in my company.
But, whether pressured by her friend or not, she was there, and she looked oddly perfect sitting within the arena. Dressed casually, telling me she had not overthought the invite, not that I believed for a moment that she may. She was dressed in skinny black jeans that hugged the curves of her hips and her legs. Chunky knee-high leather boots, an esse
