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“I need more coffee.” Emily pleaded, removing the bandages from her hand.

“I'd give anything for a donut right now.” Logan declared beside us. His bag was next to my roommate's. The two had trained together and, from my perspective, they seemed to have a lot of chemistry on the stage.

“I need to eat something too, otherwise I think this coffee will burn a hole in my stomach.” I inserted myself into their conversation.

Emily's eyes shifted from her own hands to me and then to the boy of Asian descent with faded purple hair.

“I have a car, if you want to go to the coffee shop.” Logan offered.

“Sure…” Emily smiled widely at him, which made my ears pick up… hmm, something. She stuffed the rest of the bandages into her bag and we went with Logan.

Before we left, we looked for Troian, but she was nowhere to be found and when I texted her, her answer was short:I'm busy.

My feet were in distress too, but not because of the hard training, but because of last night's high heels and the walk back barefoot. On the one hand, I was happy to have enjoyed the night, on the other hand, I have never regretted anything so much in my life.

Logan's Tesla already said a lot about him, but I preferred to keep my comments to myself. I got into the back seat and let Emily ride in the front. The path was filled with songs on the radio and complaints about our muscle pain.

Five minutes later, Logan managed to find a spot close enough to the coffee shop and we headed over to the establishment. My mouth was already watering in search of a piece of apple pie. A greater excitement came over me, it seemed like I was finally waking up, or getting over my hangover once and for all.

“What did Troian mean by “I’m busy”?” Em asked, curious.

“She's probably fucking someone.” Logan commented, shrugging.

Emily immediately turned into a hot pepper, making her cheeks, already a little pink from the sun and exercise, turn even redder.

I laughed.

“But who?” I asked, unable to visualize a specific person in my mind.

“Yesterday, at the party, she didn't talk to anyone in particular?” Emily asked, trying to lessen her embarrassment at blushing so hard at the blunt way Logan spoke about our roommate.

“I didn't notice...” In fact, I hadn't noticed anything other than my own misfortune that night.

“Hm, maybe it's a classmate, or even someone on the team.” Our colleague pointed out.

It was our turn to order, but Logan's phrase got me. Who could Troian be with?

“Or maybe she's actually busy with something else.” Emily argued and she might even be right. We were all guessing a lot about a two-word text.

“Okay, you have a good point, blondie!” Logan smiled at her, and I saw Emily's eyes almost melt before him. My friend clearly had a crush on our teammate!

Unfortunately, I couldn't enjoy the cuteness that the two provided me, because the next thing I felt was someone holding my waist tightly. Fingers sank into my flesh and I felt his groin bump lightly against my ass. I turned around quickly and a little exacerbated, coming face to face with the boy from last night. The blonde one.

“Hey, baby Remember me?”

I took a deep breath.

“I do.”

“That's good, beautiful.” The cocky smile he gave me had no effect on me at that moment. In fact, the only thing I wanted to do was throw up in his face because of the way he had approached. “So, are you going to the party today? Who knows, maybe this time your annoying friend won't spoil our fucking, hm?!”

Kendra wasn't my friend, but he didn't need to know that. However, I limited myself to answering: “My friend didn't bother us, she saved me from lots of regret.”

“Outch!” His hand advanced toward me again, grabbing my waist and pressing his body to mine, leaving his ear at my level. “I bet you were dying for our private party... maybe you just need alcohol to say “yes”, sexy.”

I almost barfed. I wanted to scream.

But all I could do was take a deep breath and push him back. Logan noticed my discomfort and came to my side.