What the fuck was going on here? Odette wasn't surprised that Thomas was the first to speak up, what with his weirdly aggressive nature lingering through what she now assumed to be the rest season, but Seth, being civil? This she did not understand. Her left eye twitched as she held her tongue, knowing it unwise to jump into Seth's brazenness too quickly.
But her emotions got the best of her, per usual. "A couple of months?" she repeated, feeling that smoldering feeling in her stomach intensify. "You knew about this for a couple of---" Odette stopped herself, putting her hand to her forehead. Focus on the important things at hand. She closed her eyes for a moment, and shook her head.
"My choice of words have something to do with how we're supposed to trust you when we play the Tornadoes on Friday," she spoke bluntly, releasing her hand back to her side. Her knees began to ache from standing still for so long, but she ignored them. Sitting down was most certainly not an option now.
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