Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

The sounds of footsteps and heavy breathing coming from the
course indicate the first group of racers. Griffin, of course, is in the
lead. I wonder if he cheated against everybody else, too.
Coach Lenny looks from me to Griffin and back again. His lips
firm into a tight line. I can see the muscles in his jaw clenching.
“Did he use his powers against you?” Coach Lenny pronounces
every word very carefully. He sounds really angry.
Griffin, walking around the starting area with his hands on his
waist, looks at me like a puppy caught peeing on the rug. Nicole
and Troy said the whole powers thing is strictly controlled and that
using them against someone else is a big no-no. Like when Stella
zapped my backpack.
I bet sabotaging my race is worth more than a week of grounded
powers.
His fate is in my hands.
I smile at Griffin, majorly satisfied to see his ears turn red. I don’t
know if he’s embarrassed for being such a jerk or afraid that I’m
going to rat on him, but I like both options equally.
Either I turn him in and get revenge for his jerkiness this afternoon,
or I cover for him and then he owes me one. Big time.
“Oh no,” I say with a wide, innocent grin, batting my eyelashes
for effect, “Griffin would never do something so underhanded,
would he?”
I’m not fully sure why I don’t squeal. Maybe I like the idea of
being one up on him. Or maybe I think the whole thing isn’t worth
the trouble. Or maybe—and this is a terrifying possibility after what
he’s done to me—I still want him to like me.
Or at least the him that I met that morning on the beach.
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