Page 25 of Conflicting Lyrics
My eyes drop to the open computer on the table, and I pause.
No, Lulu. Don’t do it. Mind your own damn business.
But… I just want to know what she’s working on. Maybe she’s taking similar courses as I am.
Looking around to make sure no one’s watching, I reach forward and spin her laptop around. Just a little bit. Enough to glance down at her screen.
Brows furrowing, I notice it’s not school work. At least I don’t think it is. Unless she’s writing a paper.
Knowing I shouldn’t, but doing it anyways, I scroll up the page and pause when I read the title.
The Girl Who Gave It All. But it’s not the title that has my heart racing. It’s the author's name. Marie Day.
Marie Day, as in the indie author who takes up pretty much half of the space on my Kindle. Marie Day is a smaller author, no more than a few thousand reviews on her books, but to me, she’s one of my favorites, and honestly, I think she should be way bigger than she is.
But this can’t be right. There’s no way it’s her.
Quickly, I spin the laptop around and grab my phone, searching up Marie Day on social media.
Going to her Instagram, I scroll through her posts. She never has any that show her face. No one knows what she looks like, so that's no help.
But one of her recent posts has me pausing.
It’s a teaser to a book she’s writing. Clicking on it, I read the caption and my lips part.
“Hey book babes. I have some exciting news. I’m starting a new series! That's right. Something brand new. Can’t wait for all of you to read it. It’s still in the early stages, but I can tell you now, these characters are going to change my life. I hope when you meet them, they can do the same for you. It’s called The Girl Who Gave it All.”
Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. No way. It’s her.
“Thank you.” The girl comes back, sounding out of breath. “I really thought things were going to get awkward, fast.”
“No problem.” I wave her off lamely as I try to keep my cool. “Any time.”
She closes her laptop and slides it into its case.
“Are you new?” she asks. “Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.” She pauses and frowns. “Seeing how I hardly leave my house apart from going to school and the library, I don’t think I’d have seen you around anyways.”
I laugh. “I am new. Been here only two weeks.” I shrug. “How about you?”
“Been here almost a year,” she answers.
“Oh.” I perk up. “Does that mean you're leaving soon?”
“Ah, no?” she says it like it’s a question. “Why would I?”
“Most Omegas only stay the first year after they meet their pack.”
She snorts out a laugh. “No pack for me.” She shakes her head.
“Why not?”What is wrong with me?I just met this girl and I don’t even know her name.Because I highly doubt it’s actually Marie Day.
She raises a brow, a small smile playing on her lip. “Because I haven’t found the right one.” She shrugs. “I’m what you might call… picky?”
“Have you tried that pack matching program thing?”
“I have.” She nods. “No luck.” She shrugs again.
“Don’t blame you, I turned it down. Not really interested in sleeping with strangers, you know?”
