Sophie rolled her eyes. “Or not, I don’t care. Just call me.” She poked one long fingernail in the middle of his chest and growled back, “Or else.”

The pep squad Nazis followed in her wake as she left the arena. Mark’s jaw clenched as his hard eyes followed her. Then they softened as they turned to me and I saw worry and fear there.

“What a bitch,” Joe muttered. “You’re not seriously going with her to the beach next weekend, are you?”

“Hell no,” Mark huffed. “Forget her and let’s play some more. I wanna try that cool obstacle course they have.”

The rest of our time went by...