“What are you doing?” Elena asked snickering.
I paused, looking confused. I was here to try out for fencing right?
“The f**k does it look like genius. I’m here to try out for the club. Are the last remaining brain cells finally dead in that head of yours?” I asked genuinely confused.
Heat rose towards Elena’s cheeks but she quickly masked it with her usual cocky self.
“I think you might be the brain dead one here. Who the hell comes to fencing tryouts with a pair of washed up jeans and a flannel shirt torn at the seams.” She said, now fully laughing.
Her minions or team as she calls them joined in pointing fingers and whispering mean jokes.
I finally took a good look at Elena and noticed she had changed out of her too short preppy low-cut gowns and into a clear white one piece t
