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at us for a few seconds more, looking torn. She sighed and moved to Eric’s team.
    Eric grinned maliciously at us—or, probably more accurately, me in particular. “Looks like they want to stick with their own species, too.”
    “Keep the species comments to yourself, Mr. Reynolds,” Peter said, a steely edge to his tone.
    Eric looked taken back, as did the others standing by him. He’d whispered it to his team, thinking no one’d hear him. His mouth opened and shut a few more times before he turned away.
    Mr. Connor glanced at Brian, the only person who had yet to choose a side. “Why don’t you join Jade’s team?”
    Brian scowled. “Whatever,” he muttered under his breath. He made his way to our side of the room and stood a few feet behind us, like he didn’t want to be too close.
    Linc narrowed his eyes and glared at him. “If he didn’t want on our team, then he should have picked Eric’s,” he whispered.
    Since last Phase, Linc hadn’t exactly been Brian’s biggest fan, but over the summer, it’d gotten worse. Brian had made some smart comment to Linc when he’d broken his foot on break. Now there were nearly as many dirty looks between the two of them as there were between me and, well, everyone else.
    Peter motioned to Adam. “You’re up. Keep it simple, but not too easy.”
    Adam backed away from the wall until he was ten feet from it. My team was on his left and Eric’s was on his right. Adam glanced at both teams, giving us a wicked grin as he started running. He jumped as he reached the wall, ran up four steps, and planted both feet before kicking away. He spiraled in the air and landed gracefully in a crouch.
    Whoops and cheers rang out from some of the Prospects on Eric’s team, but they stopped as soon as he glared at them. “Oh, big deal.”
    “And we’ve got a volunteer,” Peter said cheerfully. “Your team’s up first. You each get one shot.”
    Eric rolled his eyes again and then rolled his shoulders. He made a smug face. “I can do that. Easy.”
    “You might want to try—”
    “I’ve got it,” Eric said, cutting Adam off.
    “Okay.” Adam shoved his hands in his pockets and moved to stand beside me.
    Eric studied the wall with a cocky grin on his face. His teammates rooted for him.
    Tasha rolled her eyes. Quietly, she mumbled, “If he runs face-first into the wall, I’m laughing. Just sayin’.”
    Me and Linc bit back grins.
    Eric took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. He ran up the wall and made it up one step before he fell to the ground, landing hard and bouncing off the mat. He slammed his hands down at his sides. “Damnit!”
    Tasha laughed under her breath—so did a few members of his own team.
    “Not quite as easy as it looks, is it?” Peter asked, his tone neutral. When Eric didn’t comment, Peter motioned for the next on his team to go.
    Natalie was next. She made it to the wall, freaked out, and skidded to a stop before she would’ve hit headfirst. Two more people tried and failed. Eric fumed, red-faced and fists curled. He muttered curses under his breath that earned him what-the-hell and you-didn’t-do-it-either looks. By the time the last of his team went, half of them were standing away from him, casting glares in his direction.
    Tasha scoffed. “Thinking better now, aren’t they? Well, that’s too damn bad, so sad, not sorry.”
    “Tasha?” Peter said. “You’re up.”
    “Really?” she squeaked in a high-pitched tone. “Me first?” She turned to us, gave us apologetic looks. “You know I can’t do this, so I’m apologizing ahead of time.”
    “Don’t worry about it,” Linc said.
    I grinned. “Don’t worry. We won’t laugh if you fall on your face.”
    Laughing, she relaxed a little. “Thanks. You’re a true friend, Jade.” She let out a breath. “As long as I make it further than him,” she said, motioning to Eric, “I’ll be happy.”
    “You make it further than he did, I’ll train with you if you need help.