Juked
Christian says.
I walk over to my locker from the showers, towel wrapped around my waist. Everyone else is almost dressed. But me, I took an extra long shower as I tried to get my anger under control. I really want to blame today's loss on Shivel, but that won't be helpful to anyone. The reality is we could have ignored him and risen above his douchebaggery, but we didn't.
"Quincy and the baby are here," I respond, snatching up my deodorant and swiping some on. "Not sure I'd be good company. I'm not in the best mood."
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