There was the invitation for a confession—admitting that she trespassed into an unauthorized building, collapsed it, and damaged herself. But as Jioni processed Tracey’s words, she noticed how she encouraged her to take the Junior Trials again. She sat confused. Did Tracey know? Jioni’s breath held; she was taking too long to respond, and she knew because it was shown on Tracey’s antsy, ticking-time bomb face, though it was kept buried in her laptop.
“Yeah,” Jioni spaced out. She gave herself more time to think.
“Well?”
“Did, um, did you see LaMesha today?” Jioni’s voice faded with each word.
“No?” Tracey stopped typing abruptly. “Why do you ask?”
Jioni fell silent.
“Oh, come on, Jiji, you can tell me anything. Why’d you bring her up?”
Jioni swallowed and readjusted her seat again. She hugged herself and shrunk in her chair. “She’s um.”
Silence again.
“Ok, whatever it is. You two need to just resolve it,” Tracey interrupted. She returned to the keyboard. “It hurts me when you guys don’t get along.”
Jioni released her breath, and a faint smile came. Tracey didn’t know. But the guilt of being deceitful was evident in her jumpy posture.
I’m sorry but I don’t trust anyone who calls Jioni Jiji she’s mega sus
interesting haha 😌😌😶😶