Ottilyn's P.O.V.
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"You gonna call me when you're done here?" Trina asked as I sat down at my favorite table in the library.
All the way in the back, away from prying eyes.
"No, I'll be fine," I told her.
"Fine? How are you going to get home?" Trina asked.
"I got it covered Na," I replied, using her favorite nickname.
"Pft," she pushed out as she waved me off. "I'll just go watch the guys practice. You shouldn't be much longer than that, right?"
I gave Trina a flat look.
"Practice is like half over already. You and Franky kept asking me about the rumors flying around. Made me late coming here. Remember?" I said. "But if you want to go watch practice, go ahead. I'm sure there's a certain player that'll be thrilled to see you."
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