"You wanna hang out after school today?" Melia asked me as we sat down for history class.
I shook my head. "Busy." I replied.
It's been about a month since school started. Melia, and the rest of my few friends that know I met my mates, will not give me space. Everyday one of them is asking to hang out, and every day I tell them no.
Not that I win.
Everyone who doesn't know I met my mates will also not leave me alone. It has been obvious that I've been different. I can't even count how many times I have had to deny peoples advances. None of them are my mates, and I don't want anyone who isn't Ozzy or Olive.
Not only that, but I would never cheat on them. Even if they refuse to talk to me. They would feel it if I were with anyone, and I would never do that to them. Though, I was very
