YOU’RE GETTING into the groove now.” I slap him on the back while he makes his way to the locker room. I’m impressed because he really is improving on his time. From the list he gave me of the other guy’s times, he’s got a chance. Cayden walks through the locker room and I turn toward the office, noticing I have fifteen minutes before my first lesson. Wes’s head is in his hands as he studies a paper in front of him. He scribbles and then crosses it out and scribbles again. It’s gut-wrenching witnessing him so distraught. This place could be amazing, especially since it’s not too far from the affluent cities in the area. The problem is, he doesn’t want to ask for help, and I respect that. But by not asking, he’s going to be left with nothing. Believe me, I’m a prime example of having too much pride. I walk through the glass door and he tries to shuffle the papers. He spins around in his chair with a fake-ass grin plastered on his face. “What are you doing?” I scoot up on the table by the window.
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