Thomas's POV:
There's no way this little girly will win. She looks about 16 but she's very skinny. Probably malnourished.
We start wrestling and it takes her 0.02 seconds to slam my hand onto the table and sprain my wrist.
"Owwwww!!!!" I say.
"Shame, I'll help you put some ice on that when we get home," she says.
FUCKKKKK!!!! How will I explain this to Mia? I should've seen this from a mile away as soon as she suggested arm-wrestling. Should've said no and adopted that Issy baby. It will be an epic vlog tho.
"Fair enough. Let's go!" I say.
Luna's POV:
On second thought . . . maybe I should've let Issy go. I'm scared to go.
We get into his fancy car and start driving.
"So, what's your name?" he asks.
"Let's skip the chit chat will you? My name is Luna and I am 16 years old. My mom was a coke addict who abandoned my dad and I and then my dad died of cancer. I ran away from my abusive uncle's at 12. I'm half black, half latina. My nickname is Lulu," I say.
"Woah, real feisty Luna. I'm Thomas," he says.
I chuckle, "you learn to skip the nonsense when you've lived through my circumstances. I have some questions though. So are you meant to be my dad? Because with all due respect, you seem a bit young to be my father."
"No, just think of me as your big brother. I would've been Issy's dad if you hadn't kicked ass, but you're much too old for that," he explained.
"Oh, lit."
We drove up to a large house with a gate that was labelled THE HYPE HOUSE.
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adopted by the hype house
FanfictionLuna is adopted by Thomas Petrou and Mia Hayward and is naturally part of the hype house. what drives her to move to sway? keep reading to find out! a/n: I'm writing this story because one of my best friends is leaving our school at the end of the y...
