"You're playing by yourself then." was Elle's initial and automatic reaction. If Claire wanted to be sassy with her, she could be sassy right back in her face.

But the more she dwelled on it, the more it bothered her. There was no way in hell Claire was dragging them out to the rec field in the middle of the night to play softball. That much, she was sure of. So what was the secret? What was Pom-Pom getting at? Just thinking about it annoyed Elle beyond belief. Secrets had been a constant in her life, and at this point, they were getting old.

This manifested itself in a frustrated sigh. "What is your damage, anyway?"