Another win.
Another interview.
Another hundred people yelling my name while cameras flashed in my face.
Normally that feeling lasted longer.
Tonight all I could think about was the fact Rowan had left the arena before I could find her afterward.
Which was fucking weird.
I barely knew the girl.
But somehow every time she walked away from me lately, my brain reacted like she’d slammed a door.
Annoying.
My phone buzzed again in my hand.
Unknown Number:
Your teammate has the emotional maturity of expired yogurt.
I stared at the text.
Then laughed before I could stop myself.
Jace immediately pointed. “THERE IT IS.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Read it out loud.”
“No.”
“Mason.”
I sighed dramatically. “It’s Rowan.”
Eli looked painfully unsurprised.
Jace grabbed my shoulder hard enough to shake me. “OH MY GOD. THE ENEMIES ARC IS MOVING.”
“She texted me to insult you idiots.”
“Even better.”
Another text came through immediately.
Rowan:
Also your coach scares the shit out of me.
Without thinking, I typed back:
That means he likes you.
Typing bubble appeared.
