When it came to Sloane red hair was not a good sign. Rufus could still remember her tantrums when he was younger, her hair as red as an apple. Right now it was almost exactly that shade. Shit. As if he couldn’t feel worse about the situation. Sloane was right though, his head was not in the game.

Sloane pushed herself up, which, while Rufus didn’t like it, demonstrated that she hadn’t broken anything. The red locks dimmed slightly, but remained red. A dead give away that he wouldn’t be easily forgiven.

“Perhaps collision training wouldn’t be a bad idea.” Rufus knew how to spin out of a collision, but many students didn’t learn that. Worried about how she might react he added, “It’ll give you an edge of the team.”