NEW YORK

"what the fuck just happened?" Foluke asked me.

"I don't know. It still feels surreal." I said gasping for air.

"Those girls are evil." She said, "they would've killed us. For real."

"And we'd have killed them back." I said, not really thinking.

I turned to see Foluke giving me a weird look. She then used the back of her palms to feel my body, touching my head and neck. "Babe, are you okay?" She asked me.

Eyeing her wearily, I asked, "What sorta question is that? I don't look okay?"

"Yes." She said, "Infact you're not okay."

"How do you mean?" I questioned.

"How do you intend on killing those girls after they've killed you?" She asked.

"I said that?" I asked.

"I'm beginning to think you're having memory loss."

"Thank you." I waved her aside, trying to avoid unnecessary argument. My head was pounding already, and I just slumped on the gym floor where we had escaped to. We talked about random things until tryouts where over.

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