Katrina

As we walked into the cafeteria, the entire room went quiet, which I had grown accustomed to; what I didn't expect was the murmurs that broke out afterward. I could hear whispers of my name and my mates' names, but I had no idea what they were whispering about. It wasn't a secret that I was their fated, the boys had made that clear on day one, but something about us had everyone talking.

"Do you want to know what they're whispering about?" Hilda asked, her bitch squad following close behind her.

"Not really," I replied, even though I was curious. I didn't want to rely on Hilda for my information.

I continue walking to the food line, blatantly ignoring the murmurs across the cafeteria, wanting to focus on breakfast and my classes. I was already behind before Miles dragged me away to his bunker, but now I was even further behind, and midterms were only a month away. I would have to focus on classes like crazy if I had any hope of passing.

"They're talking about how big of a slut you