On November 16th, I was just about to head to my Weaponry class when Jessica Davis walked over to me.
“You didn’t show,” she said.
Oh, yeah. I had completely forgotten about their invitation.
“Sorry, I actually meant to let you know that I wouldn’t be there,” I told her. “It was so rude of me. But I hope you ended up with some great new members.”She punched her fist against the wall above my head, which made me
jump.
“We didn’t want other great new members. We wanted you, and you
didn’t show.”
Did she really think that punching the wall was going to make me want to join her pack? Because, truthfully, it was actually having the opposite effect.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not interested.” “Why?” Jessica pressed.“Because I’m not.” I didn’t owe her an explanation.
“You do realize that the Sh
