Sang is chosen for the Culling, a series of fights to the death that are generally played by men. In fact, Sang is the first woman selected, well, ever. As the games start, and Sang forms bonds with a group of nine men, she comes to realize that the...
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Sang
All of the boys were currently on the receiving end of my silent treatment.
I was pretty sure that everyone else could notice.
"Hey girly, long time no see." I glanced up from where I had been angrily stabbing at my scrambled eggs to see Octavius, Aakil and a few others taking up some of the empty seats around me.
"Hi." I responded, and went back to stabbing my food. I knew I should have been nicer to them, they didn't make up stupid rules about making out with me, or refuse to tell me that they knew when I was totally feeling... things. However, I was feeling out of sorts this morning. Nothing compared to my humiliation.
Octavius, who had settled on my left, pushed another piece of toast towards me as my previous one had been pulverized. "Something on your mind? Are you fighting with your boyfriends or something? It's rare to get an opportunity to talk to you without them hovering nearby."
I paused and looked up at him. "Whatever gave you impression?"
I had been doing so well in appearing to be normal.
He raised a blonde eyebrow and slowly looked from me, to another table two spots over where the guys sat as they gave me sad looks, and then back to me. I narrowed my eyes at the boys for daring to sit so close when I had threatened them away, and Sean wiped away an imaginary tear.
I knew it was imaginary because he actually appeared to find this whole thing highly amusing.
I huffed, put down my fork and began to spoon sugar into my coffee. I counted as I scooped the sugar, perhaps Kota was onto something here. One, two, three, four-
"Rocky's girl is going to get cavities!" A vaguely familiar voice spoke up from the end of the table.
I paused, mid-scoop of another spoonful of sugar, and slowly lifted my gaze until I found the man who had spoken. At the other end of the table was the attractive, dark haired guy from the district six train. Next to him was the scary-looking man with the scar on his face. I remembered that they had been hanging out near the bar when Greg was attempting to become acquainted with me.
