Riley
Everyone hated me. And I didn’t know why. But it had been obvious since the very first day of orientation. The thinly veiled states, none of them particularly friendly, the whispers that dwindled to nothing when ever I was in ear shot.
At first I had thought it was because I had been the only one chosen to go to Tokyo but now as I sat at my desk, hunched over my laptop I wasn’t so sure. It seemed more than just professional jealousy.
But it couldn’t be because of what had happened at the race, the fact that I had slipped and touched Elliot’s butt, could it? That was beyond absurd. Who would be jealous because I had made a fool of myself? And was now the focus of internet gossip and speculation.
It couldn’t be denied that people were avoiding me though, and part of me. The par
