^CHARLOTTE^
“Okay, I would have won if you hadn’t cheated!” I whined, stomping out of the locker room, securing the last bobby pin into a rogue strand of hair.
We’d run for the entire hour and a half and were now spectacularly late for dinner. No time for proper showers or hair-dos in our rooms, so we’d done a quick pit stop at the gym’s locker room. I’d managed to secure my hair into two messy buns again and straighten my clothes, but felt slightly grimy. We’d been racing, and while it was close, Lyta had pulled ahead at the very end. I was convinced he’d employed some sneaky, Gamma-level trickery. Probably tripped me with his mind.
“How, exactly, did I cheat?” He snickered, straightening his tie. We power-walked towards the dining hall.
“I haven’t figured it out yet! But we’re having
