Harley:
"Get up, lazy ass. We have training." Denny yelled, shaking the bed like a bear trying to break open a dumpster.
"COFFEEEEEE." I groaned, rolling myself into a burrito.
"Yeah, yeah. I hear ya. Get changed. We can grab some as we go." I rolled out of bed at his promise, digging through my bag and grabbing a sports bra, shorts, and Converse. I brushed through my hair, tied it into a massive bun on my head, and quickly used the bathroom, slapping on some deodorant and brushing my swamp mouth after peeing. Den was waiting in the living area, and then we left together. My stomach tied itself into knots at the thought of seeing them today.
"I, Harley Grace Ashwood, accept your rejection." I had rehearsed that line so many times. But, now that I may get to use it, my heart is clenched
