Page 385 of Playing Dirty
“Then you adapt faster.”
ROWAN
Professor Bennett assigned new revisions.
But nobody was focusing.
Everyone was talking in low voices now.
NYC wasn’t the goal anymore.
It was pressure layered on pressure.
Mia leaned toward me.
“They’re going to push you to write something soon,” she said.
“I know.”
“About him.”
“I know.”
She studied me.
“And you still think you can keep it clean.”
I didn’t answer.
Because I wasn’t sure I believed that anymore.
MASON
Practice resumed the next day.
No warning.
Just intensity.
Coach made us run transition drills until legs gave out.
Andre collapsed on the bench halfway through.
“This is insane,” he said.
Coach didn’t look at him.
“It’s necessary.”
Luca looked over at me mid-drill.
“You okay?”
“No.”
“Good answer.”
That wasn’t reassuring.
