Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

As soon as I finish reading the last word, the note glows again
and I’m there holding a blank sheet of paper.
If she doesn’t have her powers, how did she zap the note?
I look up and another highlight-heavy harpy is huddled close to
Stella, her finger pointing at me. Guess it pays to have supernatural
friends. Before Stella’s friend can zap me into a bat or something, I
stand up abruptly, knocking my tray and sloshing orange Fanta all
over my meat loaf.
That could only be an improvement.
“I’ll be right back,” I say, throwing Stella a good scowl so she
knows how unhappy I am about being forced into action.
I have my own reasons for doing this, but if doing this her way
keeps her from suspecting my motives then I’ll go along. No point
in antagonizing her when I just got her off my back.
“Something wrong?” Troy asks.
“No,” I assure him. “Just something I have to take care of.”
My stomach rolls as I approach them—I’m not sure if it’s because
I’m nervous or repulsed about what I have to do. I glance quickly
over my shoulder. Stella nods encouragingly. Nicole and Troy stare
at me like I’ve lost my mind.
But sometimes a girl has to make the tough choices.
Deep down inside I know this is more than just a deal with Stella.
In spite of all the warning signs that keep flashing GRIFFIN BLAKE
IS A BAD IDEA, there is something about him that I can’t resist.
Something I saw that first morning on the beach before he knew
who I was. Something that even his sabotaging my tryout didn’t
completely erase. The runner in me wants to believe that someone
who loves the sport as much as he obviously does—who loves it as
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