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“That’s not what the video suggested.”
“I’m leaving.”
“You literally just got here.”
Unfortunately true.
Professor Bennett walked in before I could continue embarrassing myself.
Thank God.
Except then she started talking about internship placements.
And suddenly the room got very serious.
“These placements are competitive,” she said. “Only four students will be selected for New York.”
Wait.
What?
My attention snapped up immediately.
New York.
Well.
That felt like terrible timing already.
Forty Three
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
MASON
Coach made us run suicides for the last twenty minutes of practice.
Not because the team sucked.
Because I sucked.
Or more specifically, because I kept missing reads I normally made in my sleep.
By the end of it, everyone was pissed.
Mostly at me.
“You good?” Andre asked while we headed toward the locker room.
“Yeah.”
“That answer’s getting old.”
Jesus Christ, was everyone taking communication classes now?
I yanked my practice jersey over my head and tossed it toward my locker harder than necessary.
Coach walked in a second later.
