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Christopher, the big blond who volunteered to be my training partner, is the only person on the team who seems even inclined to be nice—Griffin hasn’t so much as spoken to me since Sunday—so pairing me with anyone else is going to be a nightmare. Coach Z starts going through the roster, pairing up throwers with hurdlers, jumpers with sprinters, mixing everything up. “Phoebe Castro,” he says, tracing his finger across the page on his clipboard, “and Adara Spencer.” My shoulders slump. Of all the people I could be paired with, this is the worst. Even spending the hour-long session in silence with Griffin—who got paired with Vesna Gorgopoulo, a discus thrower who makes the Rock look like a weakling—would be infinitely better. I glance at Adara, standing in the center of her group of blondes. She is positively fuming. While she stalks over to Coach Z—presumably to demand a different partner—her blondes glare at me. The only one I know by name is Zoe. She’s in my World History class and spends all her time flirting with Mr. Sakola. I used to think she was harmless, but the look she’s giving me right now could sear a steak. Adara stomps back to her group, the angry look on her face a clear indication that Coach Z refused to bow down to her wishes. If they weren’t my wishes, too, at the moment, then I’d enjoy her defeat. “Everyone select a machine to start on,” Coach Z explains. “When you hear one whistle switch with your partner, when you hear two rotate stations.” 168
While everyone moves to a machine, Adara and I stand glaring at each other. “Get moving, girls,” Coach Z shouts. “You start on the bench.” He points to the bench press in the far corner of the weight room, the only station not taken. Deciding that my training is more important than my animosity, I turn and head for the machine. I’m just settling in on the bench when Adara joins me. The first whistle blows and I reach up to take the bar. “Well, well,” Adara says, making no move to spot me. “If it isn’t the happy home-wrecker.” Ignoring her, I lift the bar off the brackets and start counting. One. Two. “Don’t think you can just steal my boyfriend without consequences, kako.” “I didn’t—” Six. “Steal—” Seven. “Anything.” “What?” She peers down at me. “Did you think I wouldn’t hear about what happened on Saturday?” “I don’t—” Twelve. “Really—” Thirteen. “Care.” “It was quite funny, actually,” she says, her voice mocking. “Griffin could hardly stop laughing long enough to tell me.” “What?” I let the bar clatter back into place on the brackets. Sitting up, I look around the room, finding Griffin and Vesna at the lateral pull station. He is watching Vesna pull like three hundred pounds. For a second he turns and glances at me, but then quickly looks away. Then again, he might have been looking at Adara. “Castro,” Coach Z shouts, “you’re still on the—” 169
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While everyone moves to a machine, Adara and I stand glaring<br />
at each other.<br />
“Get moving, girls,” Coach Z shouts. “You start on the bench.”<br />
He points to the bench press in the far corner of the weight<br />
room, the only station not taken. Deciding that my training is more<br />
important than my animosity, I turn and head for the machine.<br />
I’m just settling in on the bench when Adara joins me.<br />
The first whistle blows and I reach up to take the bar.<br />
“Well, well,” Adara says, making no move to spot me. “If it isn’t<br />
the happy home-wrecker.”<br />
Ignoring her, I lift the bar off the brackets and start counting.<br />
One. Two.<br />
“Don’t think you can just steal my boyfriend without consequences,<br />
kako.”<br />
“I didn’t—” Six. “Steal—” Seven. “Anything.”<br />
“What?” She peers down at me. “Did you think I wouldn’t hear<br />
about what happened on Saturday?”<br />
“I don’t—” Twelve. “Really—” Thirteen. “Care.”<br />
“It was quite funny, actually,” she says, her voice mocking. “Griffin<br />
could hardly stop laughing long enough to tell me.”<br />
“What?” I let the bar clatter back into place on the brackets.<br />
Sitting up, I look around the room, finding Griffin and Vesna at<br />
the lateral pull station. He is watching Vesna pull like three hundred<br />
pounds. For a second he turns and glances at me, but then<br />
quickly looks away.<br />
Then again, he might have been looking at Adara.<br />
“Castro,” Coach Z shouts, “you’re still on the—”<br />
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