Marcus doesn’t sit with us during lunch. And Jake doesn’t seem in a much better mood than this morning. Once we sit down, he already asks about me sending Sheila to the nurse. He apparently heard that I knocked her out and Mr. Johnson had to carry her away. I roll my eyes.
“I can’t believe the way rumors spread at this school. I punched her to the liver, and she couldn’t breathe for a while. That’s why Mr. Johnson escorted her to the nurse,” I explain, then stare at my food in silence. I don’t know how I’ll get even a single bite of pepperoni pizza down my throat. I feel nauseous from what I did.
Jake doesn’t say anything. I look up at him curiously, trying to figure out why he’s still mad at me. The rest of the boys keep quiet as well. They look just as gloomy as their alpha. I don’t kn
