Alpha Loren
As I pushed her pack against the wall, she stumbled back and kicked the trash can, a loud clang echoing throughout the bathroom.
She slammed her hand over her mouth as the girls outside fell silent. We both froze and held our breaths. But a moment later, footsteps came to the stall door.
“Hey, are you okay?” one girl asked.
“Yep,” she chirped.
“... are you sure?”
My feet were by the crack in the bottom of the stall. I jumped straight onto the toilet seat, pulling my feet into the air.
“... Cato?” another of the girls said.
I closed my eyes. Shit. I recognised her voice immediately. My aunt Maria’s daughter, Floriana. There was no point in hiding. Her mother had bought me these shoes for my l