How could you not tell me?

Mal took in a breath as she looked around. So far she had accomplished the task of knowing where everything was. However, when Evie texted Mal to visit her in her room; she was at a loss. Where was her friend staying in the castle? There wasn't curfew here, but she doubted that walking around at 1 am was encouraged.

As she turned a corner, she jumped back with a loud gasp at the figure standing there.

"Mademoiselle, I didn't mean to scare you," Lumiere said kindly, his french accent much stronger than she was used to. "Why are you out of bed so late, Lady Mal?"

"I'm going to see Evie," she admitted with a sheepish smile, her hand still over her heart. "Which way?"

Lumiere gave her a smile. "In the West Wing with the other guests."

"West?" she repeated. They were literally in the wing on the other side of the castle to Mal and all of Ben's family. That probably wasn't by chance. She wondered if she'd be moved to the West Wing once the others were gone. "Which way is that?" she asked, trying to not think about all the changes that would occur in her life now that she and Ben weren't together.

He pulled out his phone and Mal's back pocket buzzed. "It updates automatically, I'll put Evie's room on the list. You can click on it and it'll give you automatic directions."

Mal instantly pulled out her phone. "How have I just heard about that?"

"We had it created for you after your miscounters last time you were here."

"Thank you, Lumiere."

He bowed his head to her. "Have a good night, Lady Mal."

She smiled before clicking on Evie's name and following the directions. As she reached the room, she pocketed her phone and knocked gently on the door.

Immediately, the door opened revealing a pyjama-wearing Evie. "What took you so long?"

Mal glanced down at her dressed self. "I wasn't about to walk around the castle in my nightwear, E. What's going on?"

Evie took a breath. "I need your help," she admitted, pulling the girl in and closing the door. "Doug sent me a text a few hours ago and I can't work out how to reply. What does he mean?" she asked, handing over the phone.

Mal took the phone and read the message, instantly laughing. "Which part? The part where he says he misses you? Or where he asks if you'd like to meet his parents over dinner?"

"Both!"

"Do you miss him?" Mal questioned.

Evie looked a little shy all of a sudden. "Well, yeah."

"Did you want to have dinner with his parents?"

"I wouldn't mind. But what does that mean for our relationship? I don't want him to think I'm too eager or going too fast." She paused. "We haven't even said the l-word yet."

Mal was struggling to hold back her laughter. She had gone to Evie countless times when first starting out with Ben and now it was her turn to give relationship advice? It was hilarious. "E. He asked you. If anybody should be worried about the other moving to fast it's you. Just agree to meet them."

Evie took a big breath before accepting the phone and replying. "Thanks." She released her breath and sat down on her bed.

Mal took a look around, the room was nearly the same size their dorm was, with blue and yellow decor, and a door she presumed led to a bathroom. There was a large white wardrobe to the side and a matching set of drawers and side tables. Comparing it to Mal's room here, it was much smaller and a lot less personalised. That showed her that she had received some sort of special treatment. "Next time… just call me? I'm not going to be down the hall all the time."

"You're right," Evie said as if she'd just realised. "My little starter castle is at least thirty minutes from here. That's a long drive for us to see each other! Do you have to stay here all summer? I'm going to miss you too much."

"How about I come to yours after a week? And we'll go from there."

"Ben won't mind?"

Mind… he'd probably prefer his ex to not hang around the castle. "He knows how much you mean to me. I love you, you know."

Evie's eyes filled with wonder. "You're so good at using that word. I love you."

The two girls hugged.

"Want to stay here tonight? I miss sharing a dorm with you."

Mal laughed. "We slept in our dorm last night, E."

Evie shrugged innocently. And Mal had to wonder if the girl was nervous to sleep in a room alone. Ever since she had her starter castle, Dizzy usually stayed over and sometimes Celia too.

"How about we stay in my room? It's got a bigger bed."

"Really?" Evie asked and after Mal nodded, she grabbed her bag and quickly packed the rest of her stuff. It looked like she'd be having Evie for the rest of the weekend.

Mal was in her element the following morning. The activity set up was a massive art class with every colour of paint, canvases, and paint games. The younger children were obsessed with the balloon paintballing - throwing darts at balloons to pop it and have different coloured paint squirting out. It looked fun but Mal was more interested in painting on the biggest canvas. She had already done her signature 'long live evil' design in the middle and began painting people. She started with Evie, followed by Jay and Carlos.

She gave Jay a smirk - the exact expression he had when he found out he was missing the art activity for the Goodness test. Taking a step back, Mal smiled at how well it was coming out so far. Glancing around the room, she decided to carry-on adding the VKs and one by one began to add them as she went by.

"You forgot yourself," Harry said from behind her, making her jump.

She sent him a death glare. "I'm only halfway done," she defended - not about to admit she didn't think about adding herself yet.

Harry moved closer and looked at it before examining the option of paints. "Will there be enough black to do my eyes?"

She also wasn't going to admit she hadn't been planning on adding him to the painting. "You barely wear any eyeliner anymore, Harry."

"Then paint the pirate me. I don't want to look soft in the painting."

Rolling her eyes, she grabbed the black and put it on the table next to her. "I'm sure that'll be enough. Don't you think?"

He grinned at her and pretended to bite her before walking off.

He was a strange individual. Mal turned her attention back to the painting and moved onto painting the twins. She constantly looked back at them, making sure to include every single little difference they had.

Just as Mal was finishing off the twins, she felt a hand come to her side and instantly elbowed them.

"Ow!" Ben said.

She whipped around in shock. "I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you!"

He let out a good-natured laugh but didn't touch her again. "Amazing painting. You're really talented."

"Thanks," she replied before a thought popped into her head. "I'm thinking about adding you, but it'd have to be when you were all geared up 'Isle style'. Would that be appropriate?" Her tone was almost teasing.

Ben pretended to think. "Probably would raise some questions," he said thoughtfully before smiling at her again. "But I would love it."

Her smile matched his. "I thought you were supervising the Goodness Test?"

"I am. But we took a break. Jay's a bit affected by it." Mal's smile instantly dropped. "Can I pull you away from your painting?"

Instantly, she set the brush down and followed him out of the room. "What happened?"

"We've encountered a few issues with it so far. There's a number of categories and none of them can be red to pass, they need to be orange but preferably, they'd all be green. He's gone through a number of memories and it's not making a huge difference. Also, the memories aren't helping him remain calm."

She furrowed her brows. "He's talking about his past?" she asked, mildly shocked - they were talking about Jay, right?

"The Goodness Test uses magic to physically see the memory or memories the person is thinking off, with their permission."

The thought of anybody actually seeing her memories made her blood run cold. "What if they refuse to show the memory?"

He looked at her, his gaze soft. "They'd fail."

Mal didn't ask any further questions about the matter. "Where is Jay?"

"In the gym; he's blowing off some steam."

"Maybe we should leave him to that for a while longer. Can you explain more about the test and why we need it?"

Ben took her hand and changed direction. "How about I show you instead?" he suggested.

Mal easily kept up with him, she was used to his pace. Showing somebody else her memories was terrifying. "Who would see the memories?"

"Fairy Godmother has to be there, and at least two others as a minimum. Usually, it's three others." He gave her hand a little squeeze. "It's just to ensure that it's all done above the board."

"Right."

They walked into the library - the same one where her and Harry were taken after she had punched him. He led them past a crying Belle who was being comforted by Adam, who both looked at them with confusion.

"What's wrong?" she asked them, concern instantly taking over their features.

"Jay's memories rattled them."

Mal nodded and turned to the crystal ball which was now in front of them.

"Here we are. You simply think of a memory or a scenario, or anything and put your hand on the ball."

"And then what?"

Ben released her hand. "Choose an age."

She sent him a weird look. "Six?"

He closed his eyes for a second and placed his hand on the large ball; an image instantly appeared and began to play.

Six-year-old Ben crawled around his bed, wearing a blue suit with a yellow tie. He jumped up and rawred at his mother who laughed in reply.

"Come on, mini-beast. The ball is about to start."

Ben scrunched up his nose in disgust. "But that's boring, Mamma. Can't I just stay here and play?"

Belle bent down to her son's level. "No. You're the prince. Everybody is looking forward to seeing you. Besides, you can practice your waltz. I saw you at your last lesson and you were amazing."

"Really?" At his mothers' nod, he perked up. "Okay! Can I dance with you?"

Mal let out a soft laugh. "You were so little! I can't believe how light your hair is, it almost looks blonde!"

Ben chuckled at her response. "Did you want to give it a go?"

Mal thought about it, it would be interesting to see what it was like. She didn't notice Adam and Belle getting closer with intrigue. Her aged six? She placed her hand on the ball and furrowed her brows together - she hadn't expected it to be that warm. A smile made its way to her lips as six-year-old her appeared on the screen with Harry, Uma, Gil, and two of the pirates.

"Woah, you're adorable!" Ben commented, making Mal roll her eyes before focusing on the screen, having missed half of the conversation there already.

Six-year-old Mal snuck forward and reached for the pocket, only to be stopped by Hades. His hand had wrapped around her arm as he bent down. "What are you doing Mali?"

"Stealing your wallet," she little girl replied with wide eyes.

"Why?" The questioned seemed to be more out of interest than annoyance.

Mal hesitated. "To show my friends - I mean crew - that I'm strong."

Hades released her. "Bad idea. Get out of here."

Mal stepped back before quickly launching forward and grabbing something from his pocket. Suddenly, the screen went black.

"What happened?" Belle asked, her eyes wide with panic.

Mal looked up at her, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the memory. Until Belle spoke she had loved seeing her self's former actions.

"Did he knock you out?" Belle added when Mal didn't reply.

"No. He just…" she paused, unsure of what to say. Mal looked at Ben for help.

Ben's hand came to her waist. "She's not the one doing the test mum. You looked younger than six, what age did you go for?"

Mal was pleased for the question redirect but frowned playfully at that one. "I was six… I have always been small for my age. Even now."

He chuckled.

"Mal, how long have you known Jay?" Adam asked, rapidly changing the subject without warning.

"All my life… Why?"

Adam glanced at Fairy Godmother - who Mal hadn't realised had been there all along. "Perhaps she could volunteer some memories in his defense?"

"That's not unheard of," Fairy Godmother replied to Adam before looking at Mal. "Would you be willing?"

Mal wanted to look at Ben for help again - the idea of supplying memories for a reason instead of for fun was daunting. Especially as they could potentially ask more questions. "What kind of memories?"

"The first category we chose, Jay couldn't find any fitting memories. It's about helping others."

"Helping others?"

Fairy Godmother nodded. "There has to be at least three examples, but they can't all be within the same year."

"We've only been here a year," Mal said, realising Jay's dilemma. Helping others. "Would teaching me to fight and climb work?" At a nod, Mal shrugged and placed her hand on the ball.

A distracted five-year-old Mal and annoyed Jay appeared on the screen.

"Pay attention!" he snapped.

Mal looked at him. "I am!" she threw back, a glare on her face.

He huffed. "Fist up. Lean into every hit. Keep your feet solidly on the ground. Come at me."

She took a breath before launching forward, Jay dodging out of the way.

"Again."

Mal repeated her actions but with her other hand. Her eyes widened as she dodged Jay's high kick and continued to throw punches until one finally landed on him. "I did it!"

The slightly older boy grinned and wrapped his arms around her before messing up her purple hair. "Knew you had it in you. Let's go again."

The image changed to one of an older Mal, aged seven, losing in a hand-to-hand battle with an older boy. "Rushel," Mal muttered.

Mal stumbled backwards as she was kicked in the stomach. Her fist connected with Rashel's face harshly as another boy joined in and pulled Mal down to the ground.

Suddenly, Jay appeared, tackling Rushel to the ground before grabbing Mal's arm and pulling her up and away from the second assailant. Jay kicked the second person in the throat before dragging Mal away from both of them.

"I never thanked him for that," Mal reminisced. "I actually had a go at him for making me seem weak. My whole side hurt for weeks."

"Yet, you started a fight with Rushel the next day," Jay said from the doorway, not looking happy.

Mal smirked. "I won. He never bothered me again."

At Jay looking at the screen, Mal turned her attention to it and saw a ten-year-old Jay changing the bloodied bandages around Mal's stomach. The large gash was still rather fresh.

"Ouch," Ben murmured in mild-horror.

"Yeah. Still got that scar."

Ben's eyes moved to her stomach but he didn't comment further on it. Silently, she lifted her top so he could see the scar and his fingers lightly traced it. If he had seen any of the other scars, he didn't say so.

As she pulled down her top, she turned to the others and cleared her throat. "Did that help with Jay's test?"

Fairy Godmother took a moment before responding. Perhaps she needed time to collect herself after seeing the memories. "Yes. It turned green. That's one category done."

"I didn't want to show memories of anybody else," Jay spoke, his voice completely closed off. He was blatantly defensive.

"You can show memories of me." Jay's attention glanced at Ben before looking back at her. "Ben knows nearly everything. It'll all come out in my Goodness Test anyway… perhaps Belle won't continuously cry if it's all out in your one."

Jay gave her a single nod and indicated he could do this. "Fine. What's next?"

"I'll be off. I have a painting to finish," Mal excused herself. She felt like she was being watched as she left and was barely halfway down the hall before her name was called. Turning around, she saw Belle approaching her. "Everything okay?"

The older woman gave her a soft tearful smile. "I'm glad to see there are no hard feelings between you and Ben. Are you back together?"

Mal could tell this was going to be an ongoing conversation for the time being - this upcoming week wasn't going to be fun. "We're not back together but that doesn't change our feelings toward one another. I don't think I'd ever be able to hate him." She paused. "What made you cry?"

"I'm glad," she spoke softly, though, obviously had been hoping for a different answer. "Seeing how bad the conditions were for Jay growing up just got to me. His father was not a nice man."

Mal couldn't stop the laugh that came from her mouth but quickly swallowed it - not the time. "None of our parents were very nice, Belle. You saw Jay patching me up." Belle nodded. "My mother wouldn't have if I turned up bleeding. She'd just call me weak or a disappointment. Life was very different on the Isle - most parents didn't actually love their kids; everybody knew who the exceptions were."

"How could parents not love their kids?"

"Love was weakness." Mal decided to stop there. "They weren't that bad though; there were a lot worse parents on the Isle. I was never publicly tormented, Evie was never beat, Carlos was never thrown out, and Jay never went hungry."

Belle seemed to easily read through the lines. "You weren't publicly tormented… but were you thrown out? Or beaten? Or starved?"

This was all getting much too real for Mal. She took a deep breath. "How about we wait until my Goodness test and then I'll be fully open about everything. Save it for one day of reliving it all and then leaving it in the past."

Belle nodded, accepting her compromise. "One last question," she said waiting for Mal's nod. "We only ever received word on one of your parents. Do any of you know who your other parent is?"

"Some do," she replied vaguely before sighing deeply. "I know who my father is. He wasn't in my life though, so to me, he doesn't even exist. I'd like to keep it that way."

It was obvious the older woman wanted to know more but didn't press any further. "We'll see you at lunch."

Mal smiled. "Looking forward to it." Then turned and walked back to the art activity.

Mal enjoyed the relaxing walk around the garden with Felicity, Nat, and Nathan. The four of them talked the whole time about what they wanted for the future. Mal was amazed at Felicity's plans and work ethic - she'd go far. A frown made its way to her lips as she thought about all of the other children on the Isle and the fact that they probably wouldn't be able to get their chance for a normal life. If they closed the barrier, all the children would be stuck there again.

Was there another way to keep Auradon safe? Would opening the barrier be too dangerous? Could Hades escape through it if they opened it one more time? He was so close to getting out last time. No. It wasn't worth the risk. They had given this chance to more children already but they couldn't risk their future or the future of her friends by opening it again. The best way to keep Auradon safe was by leaving the barrier closed.

After she had left the three of them to play a game, she wandered the halls in search of the rest of the VKs. Having a few hours free between lunch and dinner was great and she was intrigued to know what the evening activity was going to be. Hearing the voices of the twins, she nearly entered the library but paused at the sight of Harry.

Her heart warmed when she realised that they were spending their time revising with Harry as the lead. It was easy to forget that the twins had known Harry their whole life. After all, their fathers were friends and still very close. Mal hadn't really spent time with the twins since they were one or two until they came to Auradon. She doubted very much that either of them remembered.

Watching them made her mind go back to the barrier. Hugh was stuck on the Isle - he was eleven now, right? Maybe one more VK trip wouldn't be the worst idea. Though, suggesting to Ben that they bring Harry's brother wouldn't help matters with him, especially with some of the things he said during the fight. She'd hate him to think she was still trying to use him even when broken up. Truthfully, she had been wondering if she had been using him - she didn't think she had, she loves him, but maybe she wasn't listening to herself correctly.

"How dare you not tell me you and Ben broke up!" Evie's voice suddenly appeared as the blue-haired girl marched over to her.

Mal's eyes widened - how'd she find out? She quickly stepped away from the library and stopped Evie in her tracks. "Let's go to my room." She didn't want anybody to overhear this conversation - though, from the sudden heightened chatter from the library, she was sure they must have heard.

Evie impatiently walked with her the route to the room, a little behind her - obviously, not having remembered the way. The second they stepped in. "Talk."

It was an order and Mal was tempted to fight back instead. However, it was nice to be able to talk to somebody; she just needed to know something first. "How'd you find out?"

"Belle asked me how you were doing after the break-up. I had to admit to her that I didn't know about it. Why did you tell me?"

A sigh left her lips as she sat down on the edge of the bed. "Ben asked me not to. He didn't want it getting out."

Evie sat next to her. "So?"

Instead of responding to that comment, Mal decided to example briefly what occurred. "It was when we first got here. Ben and I went to talk but it turned into an argument. It was really bad. It escalated so quickly and he was the one that said it. He instantly tried to take it back but he wouldn't have said it if it wasn't on his mind or had been thinking about breaking up with me. I gave him back the ring and…" she drifted off.

"And you ignored everybody before punching Harry at the bottom of the stairwell," Evie finished softly. "How's your hand?"

Mal looked down at it. It was no longer bandaged but was visibly bruised. "Hurts."

Evie shifted on the bed beside her and turned towards her more. "Look at me." Mal complied. "Do you love Ben?"

"Of course."

"Do you love Harry?"

She hesitated. "I don't know."

"Do you love Harry?" she repeated.

"Evie, I don't know."

"If Harry dropped down and proposed right now, would you say yes?"

Mal gave herself a second to think before shaking her head honestly. "No."

"And if Ben did?"

She nodded instantly. "In a heartbeat."

Evie smiled. "Then what are you doing here? Go and get your king back!"

"It's not that easy, E."

"If you love him, you'll try."

She made it sound so easy. Mal was tempted to go and find him straight away but shook her head. She wasn't sure if she would be able to handle being rejected by him. It would be too painful. As she looked at Evie, she knew the blue-haired girl was right. If Mal opted to not try then she'd be miserable. If she was rejected though, she'd be devastated… but at least she'd know.

"I will talk to him after my Goodness Test. This whole mess started with my past evils. I want to make sure he has all of the information before we pass by the current struggles. I want everything laid out and that is what this Goodness Test is doing anyway." She let out a sigh. "If Ben and I wanted to make this work for the rest of our lives, we can't rush it. So, please don't tell anybody about the break-up."

Evie didn't look entirely happy with Mal's answer but knew how stubborn she could be. "Fine. The second you pass that Goodness Test, you're talking to him."

"I promise. How about we go to dinner? Hopefully, Jay has finally passed his test."

The two girls left together to a mixed-feelings dinner. Jay looked exhausted but had passed the test with a 'pass'. Belle was very affected by what she saw and Adam was extremely tense. Ben was quiet. Harry kept making eyes at her - he definitely knew about the break-up. Carlos and Evie were both concerned for different reasons; Carlos over Jay and having to take the test himself, and Evie over Mal and Ben. The rest of the VKs were having the time of their lives and were looking forward to the multi-sports evening. Even Felicity.

Mal watched Ben disappear out of the room as the VKs began to make their way outside. She was tempted to follow him, Evie's words in her head, but was halted when Harry's arm dropped over her shoulders.

"Hey there, love."

She shrugged him off.

He gave her a tug backwards and successfully created distance between the two of them and everybody else. She looked at him. "There's no Ben to worry about now. Can we talk?"

"Talk?" she repeated. "Later. Let's start the sports activity."

"Now."

"I'm not going to be alone with you."

Harry knew precisely what she meant and followed the VKs. Mal let out a sigh and looked back to where Ben had disappeared to see Belle and Adam standing there. Who knew what they were thinking.

"Joining in the sports?"

"Not today. Go and enjoy yourself," Adam replied softly.

Mal nodded and walked off.

An hour into the sports activity, Mal found herself bored and sat down to look around at everybody.

Jay, Carlos and Harry were all playing Tourney - they had started off with basketball but must have gotten bored. It was strange them all working together in a team game.

Evie, Dizzy, and the twins were throwing a ball to each other, seems they've stopped netball and was now just playing catch.

Celia, Nathan, Nate, and Felicity were all playing football in the far corner. It had been girls versus boys at one point but now looks like they had switched up teams.

It was after a while of watching, that Mal thought she should join back in but really didn't fancy football - after all, anything that involves catching a ball actually hurt. It wasn't long until Harry made his way over to her when Carlos and Jay headed over to join in on the football game.

"Ready to talk?" he asked, sitting down next to her. She let her head bob in a nod and waited for him to start. "In your own words, you said that if Ben wasn't in the picture, we'd work."

She really had said that. "I know."

Harry looked at her. "And now?"

This was it. Mal could decide her future right now. It would be easy to take Harry right now, he knew her past and he knew her. They worked together well once upon a time but was that just circumstance or real love? Could they even work now? Did she want them to work now? Basing it on Evie's 'would you say yes to marriage' wasn't the most conclusive test. As she looked around, things became clear as she thought about the last few days.

"I think I'll always love you in some way, Harry. You were a huge part of my life and I still want you to be in my life. But… even if Ben and I don't get back together, I think we're just better off as friends." She finally turned her attention to him. "I want you to be happy. We were friends first and they are some of my favourite memories. Sneaking up on Uma, failing to sneak up on Gil, teaching Hugh to climb. All of that happened as friends."

He nodded and surprisingly had a small smile on his face. "Friends. But if you change your mind-"

"Yeah, yeah. I know where you live," she finished, with a smile.

Mal was feeling more relaxed and happy than she had in a while. The two former lovers and now friends exchanged a hug before Harry surprised her by lifting her up firefighter style and carrying her over to the field. He put her down and she huffed at him. "Harry," she said warningly.

"Teams?" he said innocently.

"I'm team captain!" Felicity announced.

"Me too," Celia quickly pipped up. "I choose… Nathan!"

Felicity smirked. "Mal."

"Carlos."

"Jay."

"Harry."

"Nate!"

Mal smiled as she looked at her team. Her, Felicity, Jay and Nate. Two of the youngest, but they had Jay. That was always an advantage. Celia picked very cleverly - she had neither of the youngest which gave her a clear advantage. This was going to be fun.

After a huddle, it was quickly decided that Nate would be the goalie and Jay the center man. Felicity and Mal would mainly be running down the side.

Mal furrowed her eyebrows slightly when Nathan was the middle man - perhaps he was better than she expected. Celia was in the goal which mean Harry and Carlos - who Mal presumed was the strongest - were at the sides.

After a long game, Mal was exhausted, but they were drawing. Celia blocked three out of seven goals and Nate blocked one out of five. Therefore, they were 4:4. The next goal wins.

Taking a deep breath, Mal focused her energy on the game and nothing else - but Jay, Carlos, and Harry had all gone taken off their tops a while ago - it was difficult to not get distracted by any of them. She hadn't seen any of them topless since the Isle - in fact, she wasn't sure if she'd ever seen Carlos shirtless before.

The game started with Jay tackling Nathan instantly getting the ball and moving forward. Mal ran up the side and almost froze when Jay kicked the ball to her to avoid Harry and Carlos getting it. She dribbled it lightly and kicked it over to Felicity who sent it straight back to her. Why were they sending her the ball?!

She paused with it as Harry came hurtling towards her and quickly passed it to Jay just as Harry got to her. His feet connected with her now ball-less ones and almost tripped her up. If it wasn't for his hand on her back, she might have fallen. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jay score and grin. "I win."

Harry turned away from her and let out a deep breath. "Next time."

Mal laughed and ran away from him towards Felicity and gave her a high five before she was pulled into a group hug. Jay was extremely sweaty - it was gross. Either way, she held her arms around him and Felicity and smiled at Nate who was on the other side. "This was fun."

"Yeah! It's my new favourite game!" Nate announced before being the first to break away from the winning group hug and running over to his brother. Felicity broke out next.

Mal pulled back. "You're sweaty."

She instantly regretted that comment as Jay pulled her into a gross hug, rubbing his sweat over her. "How'd you like this?"

"Get off me! You're disgusting."

With a huge laugh he released her.

"Gross. I need a bath," she commented walking away from him. Even though everybody was sweating in some way, she still hugged Carlos and Harry and high-fived Celia and Nathan on a good game.

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR!