Oops Wrong Girl to Bully (Angelina) by Xena Kessler novel Chapter 63

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Angelina’s POV

Time stopped. Or maybe it just felt that way. His mouth was warm and soft against mine, and for one impossible second, neither of us moved.

Then he pulled back.

I stared at him. I couldn’t move. My brain had completely short-circuited.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. In my previous life as Angelina, I’d been too busy conquering packs and eliminating threats to think about

something as trivial as romance.

And now my first kiss had just been stolen in the most absurd way possible.

By Caelan Thorne. An powerful and mysterious Alpha.

Caelan’s expression was completely blank. Not embarrassed. Not apologetic. Not anything. He picked up the camera from the couch like

nothing had happened.

“Graham, I-

He flipped the camera over, pressed something on the bottom, and the back popped open with a soft click.

“The film goes here,” he said, his voice perfectly steady. “Tell your father he needs to buy the correct type. Polaroid 600 film.”

“Okay.”

My voice came out smaller than I intended. My lips still tingled.

Caelan closed the camera and set it on the coffee table. Then he walked toward the hallway without looking at me once.

“Graham, wait-

But he was already on the stairs, taking them two at a time.

I sat there on the couch, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ars. What just happened? It was an accident, obviously. He was just

reaching for the camera. I turned my head at the wrong time.

But his expression afterward-that complete, careful blankness-what did that mean?

‘Aria?” Dad called from the kitchen. “Did Graham figure it out?”

“Yeah, I called back. “It’s fixed.”

I touched my lips with my fingertips. They felt different somehow. Changes.

This was ridiculous. I was being ridiculous. It was just an accident.

I forced myself to stand up and headed for the stairs. I needed to wash my face, clear my head, maybe-

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I stopped at the top of the stairs.

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Caelan stood at the bathroom sink, scrubbing his hands under hot water. Steam rose from the faucet. He was using soap, lots of it, working it

between his fingers with intense focus. His eyebrows were drawn together his jaw tight.

He looked angry.

No-not angry. Disturbed. Like something had contaminated him and he deeded to get it off immediately.

I watched him rinse his hands once, then soap them up and start scrubbing again. And again.

That dusty, dirty old camera from the 1980s that had been sitting in Uncle Robert’s garage for who knows how long. Caelan knew it would be

filthy. He could see the dust on it from across the room.

But when Dad asked for help, he didn’t make an excuse. He just came over and fixed it.

Why would he do that? Caelan, who carried hand sanitizer everywhere and never ate food that someone else had touched. Caelan, who avoided

physical contact with everyone.

He could have easily said no. Dad would have understood. Mom would have said, “Oh, don’t worry about it, honey,” and that would have been

the end of it.

But he didn’t say no.

And that kiss-

I turned away from the bathroom before he noticed me watching. My room was three doors down, and I walked there slowly, my mind spinning.

Was it really an accident?

Downstairs, I heard Dad call out, “Dinner’s ready!”

“Coming!”

Another week passed, and honestly? Pretty chill.

The only drama was everyone finding out I’d hit my head and somehow get smarter. After that blew up around school, people kept coming up

to me. Other than that? Nothing.

Friday after school, me, Mia, and Logan walked out together.

Dude, Aria-those guys shoving love notes in your locker? I’ve been trashing them all week. Just saying.” Logan said as we walked.

I smirked a little. “Cool.”

Maybe it was because I looked better now than before. Plus that shooting hing during camp, and crushing it on the exams-a bunch of guys at

school had been sneaking notes into my locker.

“Uh, where s my thank you?” He shot me this cocky grin.

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I glanced at him. “Nah.”

Mia snorted and burst out laughing at us.

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Mia said to me: “Oh shit, almost forgot there’s this thing tomorrow. Rementer Kome yenite from our nit class are getting together. They made a group chat about it like a month ago. Oh my god, and Mrs. Weber Our Goman teacher She’s like super pregnant now. Due any day

She had no idea that the person standing in front of her wasn t the Artae used for kw All fuste montres we supposedly shared together- I’d never actually experienced them with her. I just smiled a bit. Yenii, member

“Wait, you guys are doing a whole meetup? Didn’t you just switch schools like last year? Logan Amilcat cemittreet.

Logan hadn’t gone to the same middle school as Mia and the original A. From the orginal’s memories, limey that beatles Wita, Chen

Duanmu had also been at the same middle school.

Mia had just been chatting happily with me, but the moment Logan spoke up, she immediately wanted to say at him. Wit stunt him a look

“And?”

“Nothing, just seems random…” Even though Logan was this rich kid who talked big around everyone else he got all suit armund Wita.

“Mhm. that’s what I thought.”

Mia looked pretty satisfied with herself. “Everyone went to different high schools after eighth grade, so people wanted to get together. What

“Can I come?”

“No.”

I couldn’t help smiling, watching them go at it. This was what I’d always pictured-just hanging out, talking shit, being stupid. It felt right.

The next day. I threw on some casual clothes, one hand in my pocket, and strolled out the door looking half-asleep.

Mia showed up looking nice-dark jeans, cute fitted sweater, and she’d actually done her makeup. Hair styled and everything.

“Seriously? You’re wearing that?” Mia frowned. “Go put on something nice

I looked at her. “Why?”

“Because those girls used to talk so much shit about you. How you weren pretty, how guys didn’t like you, all that garbage. You need to show up looking good and prove them wrong.”

“Those girls” meant the original Aria’s middle school classmates.

From the original’s memories, I knew that she’d been even more awkward in middle school than in high school. Timid, withdrawn. Not only did

no guys like her, but even the girls in class constantly made fun of howly she was.

If a girl dressed trendy, had a nice body, was tall-she was beautiful. If air dressed frumpy and didn t have a great figure-she was hideous. Because the original Aria dressed incredibly plain and always wore oversed, shapeless clothes, she’d been constantly mocked by the girls in

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