“Good morning to you, too, Auntie.” I rolled my eyes at the sarcasm and set my flowers on the table, then went into my room. While I should pack, I got distracted, catching up on the group chat, socials, and email.
Logan’s advisor had emailed me back his questions and he asked a few more things. I answered him and then I responded to the email from his doctoral program. While I didn’t want to ruin Logan’s life, I didn’t want toshield him from consequences either, so I answered every question from both of them. I could understand how both his advisor and this new program might be concerned about an alpha who stole money and did things like that to his partner.
I also texted a little bit with my lab partner, Leigh, who was on her way back to Hilo.
Leigh
Don’t worry, we have your back. Everyone’s on your side.
Me
His advisor and his new program contacted me.
Leigh
Do tell?
Me
They asked me questions. I answered truthfully and provided receipts. I don’t want to blow up his life, but I’m not going to shield him.
Leigh
Good and you didn’t blow up his life, he blew up his own life. Also, the gossip is that some of them got some kind of really gross stomach bug, like so gross. One of them got kicked off the airplane before it took off because they were projectile vomiting everywhere.
I didn’t feel sorry for them. Another thing everyone rolled their eyes at was anything regarding food and water safety.
Auntie came to the door. “Let’s meet the others for breakfast.”
Whoops. I’d done zero packing. But it wouldn’t take me that long. I might as well have one more nice hotel breakfast and morning swim with a little day drinking before leaving Nashville behind.
I scanned our tickets as we entered Pinnacle Arena. I wore the shirt that Ashton had given me along with jeans and sneakers. My hair was back in a ponytail, and I had on a battered, zippered hoodie, since I figured it would be a little cold. I was feeling a little trash panda today.
The aunties wore matching dresses. At least they’d be easy to find in the crowd.
Per the guys’ instructions, we got there in time for warm-ups. Looking around, taking in the crowd, the aunties immediately gravitated to the bar. I ordered a beer and they got cocktails. Buying a bunch of snacks, we then went to our seats.
Our really nice seats.
“Why is it surrounded in glass? It’s like they’re in a fish tank,” Auntie Mimi said as we sat down.
“They do call it the boy aquarium,” I told Auntie as I took a sip of beer.
There were a lot of people here. Some of my cousins and one person in my lab group, who actually followed hockey, were very jealous.
“We need to get a picture,” I said, since the whole revenge selfie thing was kind of what started everything. Not only was it cathartic, but I’d gotten a lot of great responses. It was nice to see how supportive a lot of people were, and I just tried to ignore the haters.
Other people had come forward with similar stories, and it was good to know that I wasn’t alone. That I wasn’t broken. I wasn’t a mistake. I wasn’t a bad omega.
I wasn’t wrong for him just because I wasn’t rich.
He was wrong for me because he was a dick.
We turned around and I tried to get a selfie of the five of us, with the arena in the background.
“Would you like me to take it for you?” a small blonde asked. She wore a cute skirt and blouse. With her was a taller woman with black hair. They had matching jackets on. Actually, a number of people wore them. Everyone was dressed all cute in this section.
“That would be great, thank you.” I handed her my phone, and she took a picture of the five of us, then gave it back to me.
