••Olivia••
"Hmm, the food smells delicious. I thought Mark didn't like you. Why then did he buy this expensive meal?" Erica asked as she moved to take a seat in the room, clearly not ready to go home.
I shrugged. "I do not know. Maybe he just feels concern about how his family treated me."
"Mmm. I heard his coach's daughter's birthday is tomorrow. Are you going to attend it? Rita is going to be 18 tomorrow and find her mate. Do you think Mark might be Rita's mate? With the way she openly gawked at him, and she is among the Yellow Ballers cheerleaders—do you not think there's a possibility she could be his mate?"
I nearly choked on my meal and coughed. Luckily, Erica quickly helped me with a bottle of water she brought from her bag.
"I do not think so. Although I know Mark has many gir
