“Get out of my house!” my mother shrieked at me from the other side of the kitchen.
I watched her with wide, blue eyes as she pointed at me with the tip of her butcher’s knife. My cheeks flamed red with embarrassment, shame, and a tinge of anger. “Mom, I-”
“Mrs. Shortts, you’re overreacting about this. Landon has no control over who he is attracted to,” Bane, my best friend Skylar’s father, said.
“Butt out,” I hissed glancing over at him.
Bane gave me an icy glare, but sinabi nothing....
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