Chapter 21

|Every| 'There's a party tonight.' I wrote on a piece of paper. 'And the son of a bich wants me to be a waiter.' I added. "What the hell?? With hands like this? Didn't he see, and when did he tell you?" Fah bombarded me with questions. 'Last night. I went out when I couldn't sleep. I met him, and he said. He even saw my hands.' I wrote. "You should stop going out like this girl. No wonder your nose is red, and I bet you didn't wear anything thick last night. Plus, I will come with you. Party nights are bad for omegas. It would help if you stayed away from him, too." she said, tearing her eyes from our little eye contact. 'Why bad?' I wrote. Fah pursed her lips, thinking for a second. "You don't know anything, do you? Well, Luna hides most of the things, so no wonder you don't know," she said. I gave her a questioning look waiting for her to spill it out. Sometimes she could be the most puzzling person one could ever meet. And it was really hard to get information out of her mou