Pursued by Apollo

11

Chapter Eleven

In which things aren’t right.

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[Vien Tzuyu.]

Mxen is acting weird.

I paused from finishing my words just to listen to her laughing from the other side of the room. The two rooms were connected, and while the door between us was wide open, it seemed weird. For someone who was cut off from the coming competition because of the injury, she is way too giddy. Mxen had worked her ass off to create a choreography for the team, and she just got a memo that she wouldn’t even be a part of the main event.

My finger softy taps the wooden table, waiting for her to let out another laugh. The second that she did, it seemed like my cue to push myself out of her study room and into her conjoined room I go. Mxen was busy typing on her phone, continuously gushing like a five-year-old