Page 9 of Revived
“Rory, you’re up!” Jordan yells from down beside the landing map.
Nodding in response, I clap my chalked hands together before running in a full sprint down the runway. My body is so trained to throw itself around that before my brain registers what’s happening, my hands are on the vault as I jump off the springboard and propel myself forward.
I tuck my arms in and begin to twist.
Half of a twist down. Only half to go.
Shit, I’ve twisted too much.
Fuck.
Bail out.
Bail out.
Bail out.
My body continues to spin as it goes crashing to the ground. I land on my back with a painfulsmack,pushing all the breath out of my lungs involuntarily. I force down the nausea that bubbles in my throat from the impact and pry my eyes open so I’m looking straight up intoJordan’s unimpressed gaze. The back of my head aches, and I’m pretty sure my kidneys have been thrown to the front of my body, but besides that I’m good.
“You told me you had it. You’ve perfected it in the foam pit and on the stacked mats.”
Three loud beeps sound from both of our phones as she nods silently in understanding.
“Go eat something and then go home. We’ll start back tomorrow.”
“Yeah, okay.”
She helps me up before walking away to go help someone else. The text tones start flooding from my phone. One after the other in rapid succession. I plop down in front of my gym bag along the wall and grab a juice box along with my phone. Drinking the juice quickly, I pull up my group chat that’s going off obsessively.
The Lucky Ones:
It was called ‘Elle’s Boys<3’ for the longest until it cockblocked too many of them.
Flynn: Sugar, Elena.
Knox: *screenshot of the dexcom app* Drink something.
Xavier: 72? Seriously? What the hell are you doing?
Dom: You have a minute and a half to answer us or I’m coming to the gym.
Sully: Just got off a call. I can leave if I need to.
They’re the best friends I could everask for.
Elle: I’m good. Drinking something now. No need to be dramatic.
My phone buzzes with another text, but before I can pull it up, a call rings through.
Shit. We should have never taught him how to check the app.
“Hello?” I answer in dread.
“Principessa, don’t youhellome. Why is your sugar so low? Do you need to come home?”
I can’t help but smile in amusement at him. My Papa is the head of the five families. He rules our territories with an iron fist. He has most people crying with just one look, but now he’s panicking over a little low blood sugar. I don’t really blame him. He only has me left. My Mama died when I was fourteen, and my sister was taken when I was four. He annoys the hell out of me, but I understand the way he hurts now that his only family member is states away.
“I’ve been training all day and got too focused on what I was doing. I’m sorry. I’ll keep a better eye out.”
