Chapter Eighteen ~ Zoey
“Are you ready to get your asses kicked?” Reardon shouted.
“Puh-lease,” Jasmine answered with a smirk. “You couldn’t kick our asses if you had a rocket strapped to yours, Ass!”
“Yeah, Rear, you’re going down,” Serena added, getting into the competitive spirit.
“You’re cute, Rena,” was Dillon’s reply as he settled into a lunge, ready to run.
I was quiet as I watched them trash talk each other. It was interesting to observe, but I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. It was my first time being in any sort of sports day competition. It was the Saturday before camp, and from what Gabe said, they did a run through of the course every year, because each Saturday of camp the campers would get to compete on the same course. There were spotters stationed throughout th
