Hailstorm’s POV
Once we were inside, we were ushered to the sitting room, all three guys with arms folded. Mason had turned back into the biggest grump in the world and even Chris seemed pissed off. I took my seat between Lacy and Kira, ready for the yelling of our lives.
Liam came to stand in front of me, bending down slightly s
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Hailstorm POVIt was just past the sun rising when I heard a groan escape Kira’s mouth. Immediately I stumbled off of the arm chair, rushing towards my friend. She was again, covered in feathers, a confused look on her face.“What’s going on?” she mumbled as she sat up, rubbing her eye with her fist.
Liam’s POVStupid. That’s the only way I could describe what I had done two weeks ago. Since then I had completely avoided the girl which was really hard because well, we lived in the same house and she was always downstairs helping out with the warriors. The only good thing about all this junk was, she wanted to avoid me
Chris' POV“No, no” she giggled, her voice sounding like bells, “You can’t!”Another splatter of water came towards her, the droplets landing on her already wet face. “Just did” I chuckled, getting ready to splatter some more but she grabbed my wrist, stopping me and making my grin even wider.
Hayley’s POVThis morning I had woken up with Kira in my bed, she clutching the pillow but looking peaceful. I had wanted to find out what was going on and what had happened the previous afternoon/evening but had to go to the doctor. So instead, I had drafted her a note and was now stuck in the car with Liam
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Hayley’s POVI sighed as I opened up my dorm’s door, slumping into the place and throwing my backpack down on the ground. I was so sick of all the stupid starring. Walking further into the room, I flopped down on the bed, feeling Hail drop starting to kick me viciously. I swear I was having a kangaroo, not an actual baby/puppy.
Hayley’s POVI was angry. Angry and sad. And mostly felt overly defeated. My friends had tried to cheer me up but there was no use. I was devastated. Two years and for what? Zilch. Nada. I turned my body to stare at the sun rising through my dorm’s window. In three hours I’d be going down to the