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Chapter 41B- It's a win win

Part two, continued from the last chapter

AMANDA'S POV

I stare at myself in the mirror, searching for any lines of imperfection or proof that I slept less than three hours yesternight. I adjust the hem of my white sleeveless cardigan then droop my blazer over my shoulders, not bothering to put my arms in

I don't have my doc martens on today, they're replaced by ankle high black leather boots even though I would have preferred to just wear a pair of sneakers but according to Toke I'd be breaking dresscode

At the thought of that, Toke materialises into the room, dressed the same but without the cardigan and with black loafers instead. Her tinted hair is packed with a blue claw clip with her edges neatly laid, looking as proper as ever while I packed my brown knotless braids into a ponytail, leaving two strands falling at both sides of my face.

"Take your swimming gear along" she says as she packs hers into a black bag we all have

"Why? The competition isn't till 2pm" I say, putting my earrings on

"What if coach doesn't want us to come back to the hostel?" She says like she's stating the obvious

I shrug, moving to pack my stuff too

A knock is heard on the door the same time Denaya bursts into the room, still in her night shorts and a crop top

"Why aren't you dressed-

"That's not the issue" she cuts in toke, takes a few calming breaths then continues "Jenny can't swim"

Toke's eyes expand in shock, probably understanding what she meant immediately

"Why can't she swim?" I asked in an equally hushed tone, still confused by the statement

"She's on her period" she drops on us

"Oh chim" the words leave my mouth at the same time my palm goes to my forehead

Toke starts to pace around

"I thought we already discussed and confirmed from all of us that nothing of this sort could happen" Toke says with apprehension

"We did, she said she didn't expect it" Denaya replies, equally frantic

Toke continues to pace around with one hand on her waist while the other keeps fidgeting

"What the hell are we going to do?" I ask, directing the question at Toke

She meets my gaze, realises I'm talking to her then shrugs violently

"Captain, you need to be the one to tell coach" Denaya says "maybe Brittany will just stand in for her instead"

We pause to look at her, irritation worn on Toke's face till she gives a loud hiss and continues to pace

"Whether you like it or not, she's our only substitute and she has to fill in somehow"

It sounds like a terribly bad idea, Brittany wouldn't dare fill in Jenny's shoes even if she tried her best but at this point looks like all we have is our partly deflated spare tire