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ASHLEIGH
Friday came and went, along with my interview, which I had to admit went amazingly well. Thankfully, I made it through the interview without getting sick and throwing up all over the principal’s desk. I had a good feeling about it. Now, I was in the car with Gabriella as we headed on our way to the Sleep Train Arena in Sacramento. It was five hours away so we decided to book a hotel room, so we didn’t have to drive back late tonight. I was focused on round three with Ryley, and this time, I wasn’t going to let him walk away.
“Do you want to go to the party tonight?” Gabriella asked.
When I looked over at her, she smiled. Her midnight hair was sleek down her back and she wore a pink MMA Pride T-shirt with a pair of denim shorts. My tank top, however, had Team Gabriella writt
