At least not directly.
But I could feel it anyway.
That awareness again.
Like someone had placed attention in the room and I was standing tooclose to it.
Caleb sat one row behind me.
Mason was somewhere further back.
I knew where anyway.
That was becoming a problem.
Coach clicked the remote.
Film started.
The lights dimmed just enough to make everything feel closer than it should’ve been.
Too close.
“Focus on spacing here,” Coach said. “Reed, you drift off-ball again.”
Mason.
Even without turning, I knew he’d moved slightly in his seat.
Small shift.
But it changed the air anyway.
I wrote something down.
Didn’t read it later.
Didn’t need to.
Caleb leaned forward slightly behind me. “You’re quiet.”
“I’m listening.”
“You always this serious during film?”
“Yes.”
A pause.
Then he chuckled softly. “Noted.”
I didn’t respond.
Because I could feel it again.
Not eyes.
Presence.
