Wesley Wolfe
“She told me she was brainwashing me and I just gawked at her like an i d i o t because I didn’t know what else to say and now she thinks that’s the truth. Ughhhh.” Devon whined at me just before chugging another bottle of energy drink.
“You need to take it easy on that. There’s too much caffeine in that thing.” I tell him, but he waves me off.
“I need it for practice later,” he explains and I sigh.
I can never get him to ease up on training. This guy practically drowns himself in the pool whenever something comes up that’s stressing him out and right now, a certain someone–or two–is very much doing that.
“So what should I do? Should I go talk to her?” He groans as he rubs his hands on his face.
“Oh, s**t. There she is, she’s walking in.” Devon’s eyes shot wide open
