Jamie stared vacantly at the inside of her locker. A night's rest hadn't helped her recover from the exhaustion of training. She liked the feeling of doing something new, but the aftermath the next morning left her stiff and sore.
A hand planted itself next to her locker. Jamie turned to look and saw Parker standing next to her. "Hey."
"You never called me back," Parker said. "Or texted me."
"I was busy. And tired of arguing with you."
"Hey, I was trying to make things better. I mean, I get that you're jealous--"
Jamie rocked her head back and stared at the ceiling. "I'm not jealous." Jamie fought off the urge to add, "I'm totally validated in believing that your ancestor is the person behind all of t...
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