It had been a couple of days since I had seen Riley and she hadn’t come back, but I wasn’t hopeful that I could avoid her forever. Not now that she was writing an article about the championships. I knew that I was probably going to see her again, but I didn’t want to. Well, that was a lie. I did want to, but I didn’t want to want to.I pulled out my ringing phone as I walked to the weights. “Hey, what’s up?” “How’s it going?” Luke sounded eager as he gushed down the phone. “Nick says you’re awesome, which I already knew of course.”“It’s fine. What do you want?”“Is that any way to speak to your best friend?”I sighed. “I’m busy.” “Well sorry, Mr. Trump.” He paused. “I saw Clara’s mom today at the grocery store.”“And?”“She was using food stamps.”“Oh?”“She had to put some food back because she didn’t have enough.” He continued. “I felt bad for her, but I only had twenty dollars. Nothing I could do, you know?”“Yeah.”
