Violet
I opened my backpack one last time, checking that I had everything I needed. It was 4:50 AM, and I had ten more minutes before Kylan expected me at the gates.
My bag was packed with extra clothes, a water bottle, a first-aid kit, towels, and even some muscle rub because I knew he would work me to the bone.
Sighing, I zipped my bag and slung it over my shoulder before heading out of my room. As I stepped out, I saw Chrystal sitting on the couch. She had turned around instantly, her gaze sharp as always as she kept her lips pressed together.
I truly hated her, and I knew the feeling was likewise.
We stared at each other. I couldn’t help but wonder if she knew I was meeting Kylan—then again, if she did, I was pretty sure I’d be dealing with more than just a glare right now.
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