Jace appeared over Daniel’s shoulder. “He likes tequila and emotional repression.”
“Thanks,” I said dryly.
“Anytime.”
Daniel sighed like he regretted his entire career path. “Just cooperate with her for one semester.”
Then he disappeared back into the chaos.
I took another drink.
Jace bumped my shoulder. “You’re absolutely flirting with her tomorrow.”
“I absolutely am not.”
“You looked at her ass twice.”
“I looked once.”
“Liar.”
Eli climbed off the counter finally. “Can we talk about literally anything else?”
“No,” Jace said immediately. “This is the most personality Mason’s had in weeks.”
I flipped him off.
He looked delighted.
Unfortunately for me, he wasn’t wrong.
The past month had been brutal.
Practice.
Games.
Media.
Classes.
Scouts.
My father calling after every performance like he still owned part of me.
Bad game?
Lecture.
Good game?
Still a lecture.
Nothing was ever enough.
I hadn’t slept properly in days.
Hadn’t really felt like myself in longer.
