The first thing I do when I get to school the next day is find Jeremiah. He's standing by his locker with some of his friends, but the second he's alone, I make a beeline for him. He turns as I get there, looking surprised. I'm breaking all of our unspoken rules by being here, but this is an emergency.
"Hey," I say. "I need to talk to you."
He straightens up and pulls me closer. "What's wrong?"
"I know it's not a training day, but I need the gym."
He frowns a little. "It's not good to train every day. Your body has to have a day of rest in between."
"Fine." I'm about to walk off, but his hand shoots out and grabs my own, turning me to face him.
He grins again. "Your heart is racing. I can feel your pulse."
I pull away. "That's because I'm mad."
"Is it because I'm looking out for yo
