On the one hand, I commend them for caring about their teammate. On the other, they risk overhearing something they shouldn’t and that will cause… problems.
The following is a commissioned mini-interlude focusing on Rudolph and his new team (Roxa’s old team).
The early light of the still-rising sun above the ocean illuminated the beach where six figures, five male and one female stood almost a quarter mile away from the edge of the Crossroads school grounds.
“See this here?” Jasmine Rhodes stood beside Rudolph Parsons, gesturing to the boy. “This is bullshit.”
Blanching a little, Rudolph glanced toward the tall, black girl with a weak shrug as he offered, “Sorry?”
Paul Calburn, the big Kentucky boy, put a hand on Rudolph’s shoulder and squeezed reassuringly. His role as the peacemaker of the team was well established. “Aww, I’m sure Jazz didn’t mean it like that.”
Rolling her eyes, the girl shoved both hands back through her dual-colored purple and pink hair. “No, I don’t mean your very existence is bullshit. I mean you’re
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