“It’s okay.” I sounded like Coach had just made me run ten laps. My heart rate was kicked back into higher gear than when confronting Johanssen. “Did you bring me something?” I nodded toward the box in her hands. I waved her through security and stepped down one of the hallways off the tunnel, keeping an ear out for the Coach shouting my name for not being inside the locker room for my reaming with along with everyone else. She cringed. “I might’ve jumped the gun with these.” I lifted the box lid with one finger. With a letter on each cupcake, the word “Congrats” was spelled out. Swiping my
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