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"Give me a second." Hanna told Spencer rushing off to catch Paige as she was about to leave. "Hey."

"Hey Hanna, what's up?"

Spencer watched the interaction with furrowed brows and folded arms. Her scowl deepening with every snippet she caught. Apparently Hanna was sore because of what Paige had done to her the night before and they were making plans to do it again. Hanna wouldn't do that to Emily would she? Spencer pondered. She needed to have a word with both of them, she decided firmly after seeing how Hanna covered the hand Paige was using to keep her messenger bag on her shoulder with her own. She watched them exchanging numbers and laughing at the names they saved the other over. With a tiny wave Hanna made her way back over to Spencer.

"Ready to go?" Hanna smiled, excitement evident in her features. "Why do you look like Danaerys just executed Tyrion?"

Spencer stopped dead in her tracks. "What?"

"That's what Paige said you looked like. Could you explain it to me?"

Spencer shook her head and started walking again, explaining the intricate world of Game of Thrones, and how the mother of dragons executing Tyrion Lanister would be a terrible thing.

Paige had her earphones in, the deep bass in her ears always helped push her during her afternoon run. She knew this trail like the back of her hand, every root and step. Her mind took her back to the day she ran it with Emily. Lost in her thoughts of Emily grabbing her and pulling her into the forrest for a morning make out session. She was snapped out of her memories when someone fell into step with her. She glanced over and pulled out one earbud.

"Spencer." Paige greeted, staring ahead again.

"What are you doing with Hanna?"

"She has an itch I'm helping her scratch." Paige shrugged.

Spencer pursed her lips. "Are you sleeping with Hanna?"

Paige had been running this route for as long as she could remember, every turn, step, root ingrained in her mind that she could probably run it with her eyes closed. Spencer's question and the root she always knew to hop over caught her both in a moment of surprise and she found herself falling forward.

"Crap!" She muttered taking stock of her body and finding that her ankle was throbbing, one knee had a dozen tiny cuts on it starting to bead with blood and her palms were scraped open.

Spencer stood over her offering to help her up. Paige stood, pointedly ignoring Spencer's help. She leaned against a tree and flexed her foot grateful that it was just a minor sprain.

"Have you lost your mind?" Paige almost yelled, dusting the small stones embedded in her palms off. "Why would I be sleeping with Hanna?"

"Then what are you doing with her?" Spencer folded her arms and Paige found herself on the other side of the famous Hastings glare.

"Do you really think I'd do something like that to Emily?" Paige folded her arms, her glare matching Spencer's in intensity.

"Just like Emily, I have trouble trusting you, given your track record."

Paige's expression shifted to disbelief mixed with both regret and hurt. "Someone said something to Hanna about her weight. She asked me to help her get into and stay in shape. She didn't want to ever be 'Hefty Hanna' anymore. There's your clue to figuring out who exactly made her worry about it in the first place."

Shaking her head, Paige limped off, leaving a guilty looking Spencer on the trail.

"Paige wait, let me atleast help you get back home." Spencer followed her after a few seconds.

"I think you've done enough Spencer." The broken tenor of Paige's voice made Spencer's guilt double. Spencer swallowed hard, and draped a protesting Paige's arm around her shoulders helping to stabilize her.

"Come on, you got swim practice, you don't want to mess it up more. Let me take you home, my car's not that far."

Paige exhaled loudly. "Fine."

There was silence as they walked back in the direction of Spencer's car.

"Don't you think it would be bad if she did kill Tyrion though? He's like the best part of the show." Spencer asked seriously.

Paige chuckled and shook her head.

Their debate lasted until Spencer pulled into Paige's driveway and found a worried Hanna on her porch.

"Spencer what did you do!" Hanna asked alarmed moving to help Spencer help Paige up the steps.

"Why do you think I did anything?!" Spencer asked incredulously.

They bickered about fault and blame as they situated Paige on a couch. Their bickering so intense that they failed to notice Paige had limped to the kitchen and returned with a first aid kit and an ice pack. She rested her foot on the coffee table and placed the ice pack on it, sighing at the relief it provided. Next she cleaned the many scrapes and cuts deciding that they weren't really bad enough to need any band aids.

"Well you never liked her and you were alone in the woods with her, obviously you did something." Hanna stood with her hands on her hips.

"Actually Hanna," Paige interjected, "It wasn't Spencer's fault, I wasn't paying attention and if Spencer hadn't been running the route I'd probably still be walking home."

Hanna's mouth opened and closed twice before she gave Spencer a sheepish grin. Spencer's gaze was glued to Paige and something changed in her eyes. When Hanna turned back to Paige, Spencer gave her a grateful nod.

Paige returned her gesture with a small nod, and turned her attention to Hanna asking when they'd be able to box again.