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Or Saturday? Can't. I have to wash my cat.

I don't own a cat.

Really, I should block his number. I know I should. But blocking him feels confrontational.

Yes, I'm aware of how ridiculous that sounds. But hey, I'm a work in progress.

Coach finally reaches me.

“Maggie May.”

Not my name.

I've corrected him.

Dozens of times.

At this point, I'm pretty sure he does it because he thinks it's cute.

It isn't.

“Hi, Coach.”

“Looks like it's you and me today.”

“Lucky us.”

I force a grin. His gets wider.

“Maybe we could grab a bite after class?”

Or I could throw myself directly into traffic.

“Oh, I can't. I have that whole after school tutoring thing.”

“Oh, that’s right. Tomorrow?”

“Um—”

“Wait, I have practice tomorrow.”

Saved.

“How about Friday?”

“I promised Dora I’d go shopping with her.”

“Such a good friend. You know, you're a difficult woman to pin down, Maggie.”

Aggie. My name is Aggie.

I want to scream it. Instead, I smile.

Because yes, I’m a coward.

“Yep. Well, I'd better go check on the non-predator Shifters in field one.”

Before he can answer, I turn and walk away.