QUINN
My dad was angry to find me outside in the morning. My mom laughed it off and was probably the only reason I retained a modicum of freedom.
I trudged into band practice, not at all excited to face the whispers that were bound to follow me after Michael and I interacted at the parade. Christy intercepted me before I even got to the instrument lockers to grab my things.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” she started with no preamble.
“About what?” I played dumb.
“Quinn, how do you possibly know Michael and to the extent that he was expecting to spend time with you?” she said. Her voice had a hint of concern in it.
“Why does it matter?” I asked her. I honestly wanted to know why everyone cared so much. Sure, he was the next Alpha, but how was his social life any different from any
