I stood in the east field at 5:48 AM with my arms crossed, watching Jordan stumble toward us like a zombie seeking brains. His eyes were half-open, his hoodie was inside out, and I was pretty sure he'd put his left shoe on his right foot.
Belle and Naomi weren't much better. Belle's blue hair was pulled into a messy ponytail with sections escaping in all directions. She clutched a thermos that probably contained something stronger than coffee based on how she guarded it. Naomi stood slightly apart, her shoulders hunched against the morning chill, her striped hair in a proper braid today. She wore a high-necked black compression top and loose track pants—way more covered up than yesterday's sports bra. My bad. I could see the faint edge of something purple peeking just above her collar.
Definitely my bad.
"Good morning, Team Seven!" I called out, stretching my arms overhead. "Beautiful day for training!"
