“It’s fine, I can handle it…” Kendrie eyed him as he checked his phone. “Right…not to mention the swim team, and volunteering at the Red Cross. This is fine, everything is fine, I can handle this.” “You keep saying that, but I don’t see how you’re going to manage all of that.” her eyes spread to AP—pretty much everything, then back to his face. “I think you’re delusional if you think you can keep up with this schedule and still have time for anything else.” She waved her hands for emphasis. “You can’t be good at everything if you’re stretched so thin that you’re about to snap. Why can’t you see that?” She tilted her head, her expression fierce but tinged with concern. Beneath her assertiveness lay that desire for connection she’d never outright verbalize.
“Wait, why am I telling you this? Nevermind, what did you need?” Kendrie crossed her arms, quite frustrated. “Probably because we’re friends?” she shot back, her tone sharper than she intended. “I just wanted to check in. Are you seriously this closed off now?” she said, her arms tightening across her chest.
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