This is not happening. No. No way. This isn't real. I didn't just meet another mate. It didn't happen. This is some kind of whack ass dream.
A nightmare.
"Olive calm down." My mom said to me.
We are in Atiana's office waiting for Ozzy's parents to show up. Azai is here with his apparent sister. Their parents are also on their way. I've been pacing the room nonstop.
"I can't." I said. "This is too weird."
"Maybe if you sit down you'll feel better." Azai said. "I could go get you some water or-"
"I don't need you to get me anything. I already have a mate for that." I bit out.
A look of hurt settled on Azai's face. I felt guilty. Like really guilty. And that only made me more mad. I shouldn't care at all about him or his feelings.
So why do I? Why did I hate the fact that he's hurt?
