Chapter 97

I don't even get the chance to demand who she is. She runs off. Her long hair fluttering behind her as she hops over a fallen tree.  It's not until I look towards Liam's house that I realize she was running from that direction.  And that she reeks of the Purgatory pack. ---------------- "Ronnie?" The familiar voice calls for the fifth time. I ignore it. Instead, I focus my undivided attention on the plate in front of me, pushing around my untouched eggs with my fork. It's what I've been doing for the last fifteen minutes while my dad tries to make me talk. He's been pestering me the whole morning since I got up. Asking me about Adam, how was the play, and other things I have no desire to discuss.  I'm too caught up in my thoughts to care. All I can seem to think about is that girl from yesterday.  I mean, who was that girl? Why hadn't I ever seen her before? Why was she