CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
**Oliver West**
Before I could begin to fathom what he meant by that, he tugged harshly at my arm, shoving me into the shower area and turned on the shower knob. I saw him adjust the temperature and the water rained down on me in full blast.
The water was freezing cold. It quickly soaked through my hair and clothes, plastering them to my skin like ice. The shock of it made me gasp, my lungs seizing as the frigid liquid invaded every pore.
"Let me out!" I yelped, sputtering out water that tasted slightly of chlorine.
Kieran was also soaking wet, but he didn't seem to mind. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, water droplets trailing down the sharp angles of his face. But I would still be the freak who would return home in wet clothes, having to explain to Mom why I looked like I'd fallen into a lake.
