Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

“And I don’t think Griffin—”
“No,” I interrupt, not wanting to even hear his name. I’d rather
forgive Stella. I still have to live with her. “Look, I—I accept your
apology. Just don’t mention him again, okay?”
Then, to my total shock and amazement, Stella pulls me into a
big hug. At first I’m kinda startled and I just stand there, awkward.
Eventually I realize she’s waiting for me to participate, so I lift up
my arms and pat her gently on the back.
Apparently that’s enough because she releases me and steps
back.
“Just don’t think this is going to change our relationship. I still
don’t like you.” Her eyes are shining a little brighter than usual.
“Right back at ya.”
I’m blinking in astonishment at the fact that she’s wiping away
tears when Damian and Mom walk back in.
“Everything okay?” he asks.
“Yes,” Stella says, moving back to her chair.
Mom looks at me, her eyes questioning. I shrug and take my seat.
I don’t have any more of a clue about what happened than she does.
I have a feeling, though, there won’t be any more bets made on my
anticipated behavior in the near future. And I guess that’s all any
girl can ask for.
“This is our last practice before the big meet. No practice tomor -
row, so I expect you all to rest up and eat complex carbs. On Friday
we compete for the Cycladian Cup. The victors get to display the
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