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THIRTY ONE. ( heartbreak is the national anthem, we sing it proudly. )
"Yo, I'm telling you, man, when I get to ASU, honeys be lining up for this snack, know what I mean?"
Emmy rolled her eyes in annoyance, her and Tory making eye contact before heading towards him.
"You guys are pathetic," Tory spoke up. "If you'd handled your business, we would have won that fight."
Kyler turned to the two girls. "Okay, whatever. Hawk, he switched sides."
"Yeah, and Miguel just got out of wheelchair and he still kicked your ass," Tory got up in his face.
"You know what? At least I'm still here. Half the squad quit," Kyler defended himself.
"Probably because you don't ever shut the fuck up," Emmy sighed, and he squinted his eyes at her.
"We got a problem?" he took a threatening step towards her, but Emmy didn't even blink.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "I mean, you busted Miguel's face in, I'll give you that. But, last I saw, he got the last laugh and handed you your own ass. So, yeah, maybe we do got a problem."
Kyler glared down at her, but the sound of the bell ringing made them turn towards the door, and Emmy's face lit up as she saw Robby walk in.
"Well, look who showed up," Tory commented and shook her head at him.
Robby stayed silent, walking away from them and headed towards the back room.
"That fool doesn't even practice, and he gets to stay? I don't get it," Kyler scoffed.
Emmy turned to him, stepping forward and kicked his knee, causing his to grunt and fall to his good knee. She smiled down at him. "Don't talk about him. You and I both know that he has enough aggression to give you and Miguel matching faces."
