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“You got to be kidding me!” I yell. “Bird doesn’t… He couldn’t… I would’ve…” I stop. Bird doesn’t hack? He couldn’t have done it, because he’s not good enough? I would’ve known?
“Why did he do it?” I eventually ask.
Amos hands me a file. “Tylar did some digging. Into his past, into his family, and into his father’s company. Read it.”
I decide not to. Not here, when I can burst into tears at any moment. My phone buzzes.

You awake? Got your homework.
Can I come over? Bird.

I decide not to reply. How could he do that? How could he act so bloody normal, when my entire world just collapsed? I look at Amos.
“I’ve got to go.”
“Gwen, I’m-”
“Don’t you dare to say that you’re sorry!” I growl at him.
“I wasn’t going to say that, even though I am. I was going to say that I’m coming over tonight. Your father has to know, and not just ‘hey dad, I got to have a lovely chat with Mr Wortham from Wortham Industries today.’ OK?”
I shrug.
“Tell your mom that she has to set a plate for me.”
**
My dad denied me access to the hive, for security reasons, which made me grumpy. I also had been avoiding Bird all week, which made him grumpy. That Friday, though, he had enough of my silence treatment.
“Will you just talk to me?”
I ignore him as I walk to the gym. I want to push the doors open, but Bird blocks my way.
“Gwen, please talk to me?”
“Go away, Bird. Leave me alone.”
“Gwen, what did I do? Will you please talk to me?”
I push past Bird and enter the gym. I dump my bag on the bleachers, and walk over to my teammates. Before I can start the conditioning though, I get pulled aside by Terrie.
“Girl, you stop right there, and start talking.”
I look at her.
“Don’t give me those eyes!” she says. “I know something’s wrong, and you’re going to tell me.”
“Not now.” I turn away. “OK, five laps, start running!” I yell at the team.
“Our last game is against the Oldbay Snakes this weekend. So let’s work on those yells.”

We've got spirit, yes we do.
We've got spirit, how 'bout YOU?

Be. Aggressive. Be. Be. Aggressive.
Be. Aggressive. Be. Be. Aggressive.
B. E. A-G-G. R-E-S-S-I-V-E.
Be. Aggressive.

We work on our yells and stunts until I eventually yell: “Macy, watch Beth with the transition from scales to scorpion. You’re not in sync with the rest of us! Jerry, be sure to make those toe tucks are straight. Your left leg is higher than your right!”
I take a big gulp of water, and turn to my team again. “Once last time, then you’re all dismissed to get ready for tonight!” I smile wide, and take my position.

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