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When I glance back he’s still there. Staring at me. He looks like
I’ve kicked him in the guts. With that wounded look in his eyes, he
turns and walks into the school. I shrug it off, telling myself I don’t
care about the feelings of a cheater, no matter how cute and sincere
he seems. No matter how good of a friend I thought he was.
Damian smiles oddly. “I wouldn’t be too hard on the boy,” he
says. “Shall we go inside and have our talk?”
I nod and we all head up the broad stone steps. Now I’m even
more confused. Either Damian doesn’t know about the cheating, or
he doesn’t care.
Coach Lenny is waiting in Damian’s office. For a second I stare at
him, shocked that he’s there. This must be about my cheating. I
drop my gaze to the floor. I can’t face him. I can’t stand to see the
look of betrayal in his eyes. After we worked so hard, so many extra
hours, for it all to just not count because of Troy’s misplaced desire
to help.
But I know it’s Coach’s right to confront me. He put in as much
extra time and effort as I did, and he deserves to grill me about why
I’ve quit the team.
“I’m so sorry, Coach,” I say, dropping into the chair next to his.
“I didn’t know what he did.”
Coach frowns. “What who did? And why in Hades are you sorry?
You’re my superstar. You won the race.”
Damian moves around behind his desk, lowering into his big
leather chair. “Phoebe thinks she cheated,” he says as he pulls open
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