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3.

Thinking about that mangy guy, I end up finding him at one of the popular tables, with only the American soccer players and the cheerleaders, and unfortunately, I come across the scene of Camilla wanting to sit on Dylan's lap, because let's face it, interest in Dylan's future position as alpha is what predominates in the head of this crazy and spoiled girl, just because my family and the Harris family are close, she spent two years picking on me thinking that I have an interest in this mangy guy, I got screwed a lot because of her.

I don't know how he manages to stay close to that girl, even though they deserve each other!”

Without realizing that I was staring at the two of them, I'm roused from my thoughts by Dylan's penetrating gaze in my direction, I look away and head towards the counter to get my food.

My stomach is already rumbling, so I grab three ham and cheese pastries and a soft drink. I turn to go to an empty table, but I see Pietro coming towards me.

“Emi, I was looking for you!”

“I left the restroom and came straight to the cafeteria. What were you doing?”

“Talking to Stella,” he says quietly, but this sentence gives me a little hope.

“Just talking? No meeting or kissing?”

“Just talking, no kissing, you know I couldn't do it!”

Pietro is really beautiful, his skin tone is as white as snow, his hair as dark as a night without moonlight, his light blue eyes mesmerize anyone with their gaze, and his affectionate way of attracting many female wolves who are crazy to be his companion and have the honor of wearing his mark around their necks.

I remember the little crush I had on him, just a small attraction that soon passed because we're better off being friends than in any other kind of relationship.

“Sorry, it wouldn't hurt to ask. But since we're on the subject, where is Iza?” I ask.

“She's hooking up with Stefan after she found out he's her partner, she won't leave his side.” I notice that her tone is a little sad.

I bite my lower lip as I notice his tone of voice. I'd always noticed the way he acted around Iza, always wanting to idolize her and do her bidding. Pietro was very motivated when it came to winning Iza over, he even joined the American soccer team just because he knew she liked sports. But on the one hand, his attitude benefited him, who ended up liking the sport, even more so when his best friend Dylan became captain of the team.

Even with all her efforts, Iza never wanted him the way he wanted her, she only wanted him as a friend. At first, I thought she was afraid of ruining their friendship since we had always been a close trio, but no, that wasn't the reason she never gave him a chance, because she wasn't attracted to him, her she-wolf rejected him.

And that only got worse when Stefan arrived in Iza's life, declaring the bond of companions being linked. From the start, when Pietro turned and went after Iza to find out if she was his mate, we knew it wouldn't work, that they wouldn't work out, because their wolves didn't recognize each other, there was no connection between the two of them, between Pietro and Iza. But we just didn't expect her partner to be from Pietro's soccer team.

Even though he says he has no feelings for Iza other than friendship, I feel he's not telling the truth. I know him well enough to notice the tone in his voice when he talks about them, or the look in his eyes that always turns away from mine when I bring up the subject, so I've asked him to be honest with me about Iza, that I'm not going to judge him, but he's still a little afraid to talk about this subject coming from him.

“Aren't you going to eat?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Yes, I'm going to get my snack straight away, wait here.” When he finishes speaking, I nod.

I go to an empty table, sit down in the chair, and start eating, observing the people around me, none of whom I'm familiar with, just a few from the team that Pietro has already introduced me to, but even then I'm not very friendly, just a greeting when I bump into some of them.

“Emi, are you going to watch me play on Friday?” I look up and realize that Pietro has already sat down next to me.

“Of course, I'm going, I won't miss the boys' falls for anything!” I start laughing just imagining Dylan falling on the pitch.

“I thought you were going to see your best friend play, but no, what you want to see is our falls and our suffering,” he says pretending to be upset.

“Dramatic!” I exclaim, taking a bite of my pastry.

“But seriously, American soccer is going to help me get into a good college, and that motivates me to win every game!”

“Just thinking about college makes me nervous and anxious, I'm still not sure which one I want to go to.”

“We still have plenty of time for this, don't think about it now!”

I feel a sense of being watched and it's bothering me, I look around the cafeteria and stop my gaze on Dylan, once again he's looking at me strangely, I know he doesn't like me, but he doesn't keep watching me, this is weird.

The feeling of being alone in the house is gratifying, with no one to bother you, just the freedom to do whatever you want, since my mother is working at the hospital and won't be home until the evening, my father is traveling with Dylan's parents, and that many guys will probably be at practice on Wednesday, and all I want is for him to come back late.

After I got home from school, I went straight to my room to take a long shower and have lunch. Luckily, my mother always leaves food for me to heat up in the microwave so I don't have to make it, as I'm terrible in the kitchen.

A memory of when I was eleven invades my mind, the day that Aunt Nanda tried to teach Dylan and me how to bake a cake, which didn't work, in the end, we both ended up covered in flour and eggs because of the fight we had to share the flour in the bag, I don't even remember who started the food war first, but that day was funny because even Aunt Nanda ended up covered in flour.

I don't know how Aunt Nanda puts up with us in her kitchen to this day!”

I snap out of my thoughts as I realize that the best part of the Lucifer series I'm watching is about to happen, but as life always finds a way to take away my peace and my moment of happiness, I hear the door to the living room is opened. I pause the series and turn my gaze to the door to see who has arrived.

The reason for my stress was that I had just walked through the door all sweaty and disgusting from training, who certainly didn't shower in the changing room and come home as soon as training was over.

Disgusting!

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