Page 60 of Playing Dirty
I exhaled sharply. “Yes, I remembered.”
Jace’s face broke into a grin so wide it pissed me off immediately.
“Oh my GOD,” he said. “You’re cooked.”
“I’m not.”
“You remembered a girl’s abandoned coffee.”
“It was weird.”
“That’s romantic, idiot.”
“It’s literally not.”
“It is in a very emotionally unavailable sports romance coded way.”
I walked away again.
Faster this time.
Behind me, I heard him laughing.
—
Locker rooms after practice were always loud in a different way.
Less chaos. More noise that didn’t matter.
Showers running.
Benches slamming.
Music too loud for no reason.
I sat down at my stall and stared at my hands for a second longer than necessary.
Rowan hadn’t looked at me when I left.
But she also hadn’t stopped watching when I turned away.
I’d felt that part.
Which was worse.
“Reed,” Coach called from across the room. “Film review in twenty.”
“Yeah,” I called back.
Normal.
Everything normal.
Except my phone buzzed.
Dad.
Of course.
