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Chapter 35 - Emo's last game

Marci Wellington's POV

This has to have been one of the most stressful sessions in my life. Finals were beating my ass, but I had my lucky black pen to write them.

"You pumped for tonight's game?" Giá asks me as we make our way from the Home Management class to our lockers.

I shrug and turn the dial. "I'm not sure. My mind is on the upcoming disaster dinner I'm going to have with my parents and Lucas' family."

"Buena suerte."

Translation: Good luck.

I dump my backpack and put my phone in my back pocket before slamming the locker shut.

"Thanks, I'll need it."

She closes her locker and leans on it while observing my unmoving form. Her eyes shift from my face to my body continuously before she speaks. "Mind telling me how you feel?"

"As I said before, I'm not sure."

It's still hard to believe that my dad survived the bullet injuries with only minor physiotherapy and a heavy dose of meds every night. Since our former home resembles a crime scene, he rented an apartment near the studio.

Like I said before, I believe my mom is slowly losing her mind. So she somehow convinced my dad to come and live with her in her place. I know this is what I've wanted since the year started, but now that I have it, I'm not sure it was worth the hassle.

I mean, getting over the divorce has been my major goal for the year. The fact that they may have rekindled their spark and later file for another divorce is not something I can handle again.

Lucas wheels Nate to us, both of them frowning.

"Who pissed in your cereal?" Giá directs her questioning gaze from me to them.

"The Gym is free and ready for our use. In related news, I don't want to dance because the game is going to suck ass."

I roll my eyes at the Cynic. "You really should come up with better excuses."

"My dad is going to be there; that reason is more than enough."

"What got your panties in a twist?"

Nate answers Gia's question with a sigh. "Abuelo is reluctant to allow me to change my aspirations until he sees my scores for the session."

I rest my hand on his shoulder to offer him silent support. Nate has spent the last month staying awake and overdosing on his meds, so the lack of rest won't affect his healing rate. The appearance of dark circles around his eyes makes him more acquainted with the rest of us.

We all look like shit. Grim stone might be a public school, but the teachers hand our asses back to us with their exams after making their lives shit for most of the session.

We can scratch being a high school teacher from my aspiration list if being a fashion designer doesn't work out.

"Come on guys, the sooner we finish the last bits of the routine, the sooner we can binge-watch movies at the house," Giá tells us and wraps her hand around my shoulder.

She forces my legs to move to her accord as we leave the lockers and walk towards the gym.

"I wonder if I can convince Abuelo and Abuela to adopt me," Lucas mutters from behind us.

Giá barks out a laugh. "You'd have more luck at being positive."

"If that's what it takes, I'll pass. But I want to sleep at your house one of these days."