Phoebe
For almost a week, I spent my time recovering, both physically and emotionally. I distanced myself from Adonis and Zion. In the training rooms, we barely exchanged words, our hands busy with our phones as usual. Only Hayden made an effort to talk to me.
"You’ve been quieter lately," Finley commented while helping me organize the electrical equipment in the training room. He was rolling up cables, but his gaze was fixed on me. Reluctantly, I had to respond; he wasn’t caught up in the tension between us.
"I'm just sorting things out," I admitted. "You’ve also been avoiding talking to me in class. I thought that after finding out I’m a girl, you’d act weird like others."
"Why would I? I don’t want you to push me away. And clearly, you’ve already distanced yourself from Zion and Ado
