CHAPTER 45

KATHERINE. The look Blake had on his face was that of a parent disappointed in what a child had done and the girl pouted when she faced him. “I was drenched, Blake.” “‘Was’. She’s the only one drenched now. And it was an accident, you shouldn’t have done that,” he replied and she crossed her arms over her chest, a petulant expression on her face, before she glanced at me. “I guess it was… Watch where you’re going next time,” she hissed, venom in every word. “I’m sorry,” I repeated as the cold began to set in and I wrapped my arms around myself while she gave me a once-over. “Whatever.” With that, she and her friends swept off on a wave of indignation, and I felt myself wilt. So much for not drawing negative attention to myself. Thankfully, this had been resolved immediately so I didn’t think what was currently happening to Poppy would happen to me. Chelsea placed a hand on my shoulder, asking me if I was okay, while my attention moved to Blake. That could have gone badly if he d