CHAPTER SIX
The next morning, Heather was waiting at my locker for me. She flashed me a quick grin and moved aside so I could open it. As I stowed my bag inside, she said, “Heard you handed a few guys’ their asses last night on the run.”
I grabbed my book and a couple pencils and pens. “You heard about that? From who?”
“A couple juniors were talking about it when they were coming in.” She smirked. “I love people who aren’t aware of who else is listening. So did you?”
“Yeah. Coach started me last and told me to smoke the guys. They had a ten minute lead too.”
She whistled in appreciation. “God, I love you, woman.” A s**t-eating grin was on her face.
“I gave them the middle finger when they said I only had endurance because of all the s*x Mason and I had.”
“Yeah.” She glanced around t
