Clementine:
"What?" they all said almost in unison.
"I need to speak with you guys about her. Can we please leave this place? I know she’ll come out, and it’ll be so awkward that our conversation will die in a few seconds," I said, asking them to talk about it somewhere she wouldn’t be around.
"Okay," Troy replied, scratching the back of his head.
"I don’t know what’s going on, but we’re with you, okay?" Haiden added as he gently placed his hand on my shoulder, giving it a light pat.
I was glad they understood. By the time she walked out, we had all gone back to our beds.
The next day, when we woke up, I immediately checked on Oriana. She was acting normally, though I didn’t know why I felt so cautious about her.
After everyone had showered, we were called to breakfast. We expected them to send us into the woods, but they didn’t.
It was a rainy day, and we were told to wear our sweaters and warm clothes.
As we sat together for breakfast, we couldn’t help but exchange glances. Ian sat apart, which didn’t surprise us. But it was Oriana clinging so close that I began to wonder how I would even talk to my friends about her.
"Haiden, can you please pass me that?" Oriana asked, pouting as she extended her hand, trying to look cute while wiggling her fingers, her shoulder raised so high it almost touched her ear.
Her other hand rested in her lap.
"Sure," Haiden replied in the same playful tone, handing her the salt and pepper.
Whenever she spoke with him, he didn’t look at me, and I felt slightly uncomfortable. With others, I could excuse it, thinking she didn’t know what was going on between me and them, but with Haiden, she did.
Almost everyone knew he was my mate. So for her to flirt with him bothered me. You can’t just call yourself someone’s friend and then flirt with their mate right in front of them.
"You know, Haiden, I love your biceps. You’re going to help me work out," she said, giggling with him.
"Really? You don’t know how to work out?" he teased, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I don’t. Why don’t you teach me?" she insisted, pouting.
I stabbed the omelette a little too hard, hoping Haiden would finally notice my discomfort. But it seemed like I was invisible. He carried on.
"I can teach you. Doesn’t my bicep show that I work out too?" Troy teased, rolling up his sleeves to display his muscles.
And she started giggling.
"Of course, anyone can do it," she replied in her cheery little tone, then turned to me.
"Clementine, you have the best squad mates. Thank you so much for introducing me to them and letting me join your friend group." She smiled brightly, happily flirting with my mates.
I didn’t blame her. She was just taking an opportunity. My mates were at fault for encouraging her.
"Anyway, I’m done," I said, finally sliding the plate away. And finally, my squad mates noticed.
"Why, you barely ate anything?" Yorick complained.
Instead of answering, I gave him a look of disappointment, hoping he would understand why I was leaving so early.


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