Chapter 92

“Na ah, you're not putting your nasty bean hair all over my nice clean shirt,” he snapped.

I smirked as an evil idea popped in to my mind. I rapidly swatted his hand away. I threw my head forwards, and rubbed my bean-soaked hair and face all over his chest, before jumping up and running out of the room.

“Ahhhhh gross, I can't believe you just did that, Freya!” I heard him shout as I giggled and ran through the hall towards the stairs.

Damien was coming down the stairs with the cold cup of chocolate that I'd forgotten to drink last night. His eyes grew wide as he saw me hurtling towards him.

“Quick, quick, move!” I shouted at him mid giggle.

He promptly pushed his back up against the wall and I ran past him.

“Freya, I'm gonna freaking kill you,” I heard Mason yell as he ran up the stairs after me.