Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

Damian, following us across the lawn. “There’s a very good reason
for that.”
“Phoebe!”
I spin around, looking up to see Troy standing at the top of the
steps. He’s grinning like a crazy person. Maybe he is.
“You!” I shout.
“Where’d you go?” he asks, standing with his fists on his hips.
“You took off so fast I didn’t get a chance to congratulate you.”
I turn to the girls. “Give me a minute?”
“Sure,” Cesca says.
Nola nods. “No problem.”
Leaving them at the base of the steps, I stomp up to meet Troy.
“I can’t imagine why I’d want to get away quickly, can you?”
“What?” He looks genuinely confused. “You’re not making any
sense.”
“What? What!” I jab my finger into his chest. “After what you did,
you have the nerve to ask what?”
“What I did? What are you talking about?”
“I know what your ‘good luck charm’ did, Troy.” I cross my arms
across my chest. “I saw the glow.”
“The glow?” He frowns. “I saw it too, but I have no idea what
you’re talking about.”
“Look, I know you were just trying to help. But cheating is cheating.
You humiliated me. I can’t even face the team, let alone look at
myself in the mirror.”
“Cheating? You cheated?” He shakes his head, as if he doesn’t
understand. “You’re not making any sense.”
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