Lyla's POV
"You snort when you laugh," he said with a grin.
"I absolutely do not snort."
"You absolutely do. I heard it."
"I don't snort at all."
Coach was openly smiling now, not even trying to hide it.
Nancy looked over the top of her desk. "You kind of do, actually. It was cute."
I stared at both of them in disbelief. "I hate all of you right now."
Declan leaned back in his chair, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "That was the most personality you've shown since you got here yesterday."
"I've shown plenty of personality," I defended, sitting up straighter.
"You've mostly shown schedules and rules."
"Those aren't the same thing at all."
"They're pretty close in my book."
Before I could come up with a good response to that, another voice interrupted us from the hal
