Jesus Christ.
I pulled into the athlete parking lot harder than necessary.
Practice started in twenty minutes.
My mood was already terrible.
Perfect.
Jace finally got out of the car still grinning like an idiot. “You know she likes you too, right?”
I slammed the door in his face.
The gym smelled like sweat, rubber, and bad decisions.
Normal morning.
Guys were already warming up when I walked in.
Coach barely looked at me. “Late.”
“It’s eight minutes.”
“It’s late.”
Fair enough.
I dropped my bag near the bench and started stretching while Luca wandered over holding two sports drinks.
“You look emotionally damaged,” he said.
“You say that every morning.”
“Yeah, but today it’s true.”
I ignored him.
Unfortunately, ignoring people had stopped working lately.
“Did Rowan get home okay?” Luca asked casually.
I looked at him immediately.
That asshole smirked.
“There he is.”
“You’re annoying.”
“You wanna know why?”
“No.”
“She texted Tessa at three in the morning asking if you got home safe too.”
Well.
That completely fucked my concentration.
