Page 301 of Playing Dirty
Mason:
That’s new.
Rowan:
Don’t get used to it.
MASON
Practice ended early.
Which usually meant good things.
Today it just meant Coach didn’t trust us to keep going.
That was worse.
Locker room was quieter than usual.
Andre tossed his shoes into his bag. “Coach is pissed ateveryone now, not just you.”
“Comforting,” I muttered.
Luca leaned against the lockers beside me. “He’s not wrong though.”
I looked at him.
Luca didn’t smile this time.
That alone was enough to make me listen.
“You’re playing like you’re waiting for something to go wrong,” he said.
“I’m not.”
“Yeah, you are.”
Silence.
Then Luca added, softer, “Is it your dad? Or her?”
That question landed wrong immediately.
I shut my locker a little harder than necessary. “Neither.”
Luca nodded like he didn’t believe me but wasn’t going to argue.
“New York’s coming fast,” he said instead.
Yeah.
I knew.
ROWAN
Mia and I were walking out of the media building when she suddenly stopped.
“You’re going to New York, right?” she asked.
