Alpha Gray
I reach up to pull out my hair-tie, releasing my ponytail, and start running my fingers through my long, tangled hair.
“What do you mean?” Hannah asks, furrowing her brow and looking to Vienna questioningly.
Vienna leans against the edge of the bunk and cocks out her hip, resting her hand on it. “Isn’t it obvious?” she asks as she glances back at Hannah, smirking. “Olly hurt Fallon, so he hurt Olly. He’s clearly got the hots for her.” She tosses a teasing wink in my direction.
Hannah shakes her head quickly, her brown curls bouncing. “No way.”