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He’s such a good friend I know he resented Griffin on Nicole’s
behalf. I bet he’s just as shocked as she is to hear Griffin’s side of
the story. When I give him a look that says, “What do you think?”
he just shakes his head in disbelief.
When Nicole finally steps back, her eyes are red but dry.
“Well,” she says, pulling on her tough girl attitude, “we’d better
get to class. One more tardy and Tyrant’s making me clean the
blackboards with my tongue.”
Without another word, she turns and heads off down the hall.
Troy stares for a second, then shrugs and trails after her.
Griffin slips his arm around my waist as we follow, hugging
me close to his side. “Thanks,” he whispers in my ear. “That would
never have happened without you.”
“But I didn’t—”
“I know,” he says. “You didn’t do anything. It just seems like good
things have been happening for me since you got here.”
Wow. I’m trying to think up a suitable response when Nicole
glances back over her shoulder and shouts, “Hurry up, Blake. I may
have forgiven you, but I’m not licking chalk dust for anyone.”
We all laugh, and I feel like things are finally starting to come
together.
My life in Serfopoula may not be perfect, but it seems to be getting
better every day.
The next morning I nearly throw up.
This isn’t out of the ordinary. I nearly throw up before every race.
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