One day until the August White Party.
“Heyyy – been meaning to text you I’ve got exciting news!”
“I’ve got some news too…,” I sent it.
“I’m kinda trapped-” I typed out.
“I’m going to the white party!” she responded before I could. I backspaced.
“That’s awesome, what made you change your mind?”
“Haven’t seen you in forever,” she replied.
“Yeah, sorry about that…”
“I love parties. Are you ready for the fun to begin?” it wasn’t Gen, it was the executioner, or stalker, or vigilante; I wasn’t sure what to call them.
“What do you want?” I replied.
“What’s your news Mass?” It was Gen.
“I’ve got myself into a situation of sorts, I could use some help but please don’t tell anyone,” I replied.
“Tell Dylan and Kristen that you are no Alpha. Cut them off. They belong to Alicia now,” it was them again.