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“I mean, do you see how hot he is? He’s like Julian Edelman. If Julian Edelman was hotter.”
Grace points her fork, clad with a ranch dressing soaked piece of lettuce, at me across the dinner table. Julia, Peyton and Grace are all staring at Duke across the cafeteria, his shaggy hair hanging down in his eyes as he scratches his bare abs.
“I mean, yeah, I guess he’s hot.” I spear a piece of Brussels sprout and pop it in my mouth, wishing it were pizza instead. No carb, Paleo, no sugar diets were instituted strictly for every gymnast at Filipek’s. I’d suffer for the next month and a half if it meant I was going to win gold in Rio.
“Are you even straight?! Look at him. He’s a god.” Grace pushes her plate away, her seventeen-year-old body already lighter and thinner than all of ours in her fuchsia and teal leotard.
“I’m with Nat. I mean, he’s hot, sure. But he’s got the maturity level of a toddler.” Julia eyes him quickly and then lets her dark brown hair fall over her shoulder, toying with it so that it hides her almond shaped cocoa eyes. She looks funny in her T-shirt and spandex shorts, refusing to enter the cafeteria in anything less than full attire. The girl has a serious relaxation problem.
“Fine, apparently someone named you two the judges of hotness around here. So who do you think is the sexiest guy on the training grounds?”
Peyton almost snorts into her vegetable soup. “Ask Nat about Spencer Russell. I’m sure she’ll have some opinions where he’s concerned.”
She gives me a sly smile and I want to jam my fork into her eye. See this, right here, is what I was trying to avoid in the first place. I didn’t even get the yummy, yummy sex with sexy, sexy Spencer and there is already speculation.
“What’s going on with Spencer?!” Grace yelps at the same time Julia says, “You’re hooking up with a coach?!”
I roll my eyes as tables around us start to stare. “Will you keep it down? Jesus. I’m not hooking up with anyone, least of all Spencer Russell.”
“Is that why he drove you home at one in the morning the night we went to Jenkinson’s?” Peyton adds fuel to the fire.
“What?!” Julia and Grace shriek at the same time.
Jesus fuck. “As I seem to recall, I had to get a ride home with someone else because you were puking your brain’s out in Jared’s car. How is Jared by the way?”
Peyton’s face turns almost the exact same color as Grace’s hair, and I chuckle. “I’m not sleeping with Spencer. I’m not sleeping with anyone. Unlike you crazies, I’m not addicted to chasing the male gymnasts up and down this place. I’m here to make the Olympic team, and nothing is getting in my way of that.”
I spear into another Brussels sprout and chomp down as they all stare at me.
Peyton sighs and slings her arm over my shoulder. “There’s no way you’re getting laid. But you do need to pull the stick out of your ass before you do permanent damage.”
Julia and Grace chuckle while I roll my eyes for the hundredth time.
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