Spoiler alert: Probably best not to read if you haven't read The A-List: Hollywood Royalty.

Disclaimer: Do not own the characters. Just the plot.

Ash Gilmour is your best friend. Your everything. And when the two of you discovered that you would be in the same gym class for the second year in a row—neither of you were really into sports, anyway—you’re both ecstatic. And when you skip into gym class that first day, your silky black hair in a genie-high ponytail, he envelopes you into a hug.

You know that it’s going to be just like last year. All the inside jokes will come back, save for maybe a few new ones, and the secret-telling would commence. You almost smile at the thought of your friend Talia’s face when the two of you arrive at lunch, laughing about something that nobody else will ever, ever know.

Except this year, gym class is different. This year, instead being surrounded by a bunch of low-life strangers, there’s somebody you know in gym: Jojo Milford. She’s a cute girl. Friendly enough. You’ve never talked to her, but you’ve never outright ignored her either.

Ash wants to talk to her. You comply. It’s just Jojo, right? He won’t ever talk to her in gym again unless they need a group of three, right?

Wrong.

Suddenly, Ash is no longer just your gym buddy. He’s yours and Jojo’s gym buddy. All the inside jokes are gone. Instead he gossip-flirts with Jojo. No longer does he jokingly flick you in the back of the kneecaps while the class is stretching. Instead he tries to help Jojo reach her toes. You try to join in on their conversations and laugh at their jokes, but you’re greeted with a blank stare instead.

It’s pointless. But throwing a classic Myla Everheart temper tantrum will do you no good here. You take the high road: ignoring Ash.

As each class period goes by, the two of you talk less and less. And eventually, you get tired of the Jojo and Ash Show, so you begin to run by yourself during morning warm-ups in gym.

The harder and faster you run around the dinky school gym, the less you see them. But your shamrock-coloured eyes are attracted to the two of them nonetheless. You begin to realize that gym class is teaching you something that you’ve never, ever had to do before, even with your five adopted siblings.

It’s called sharing.