The hallway outside the dorm was cold, too cold for this time of year.
My hoodie didn’t help much. But maybe it wasn’t the cold. Maybe it was Harper’s silence that followed me everywhere.
Kayla walked ahead, her long braid swinging like a tail. She didn’t speak, but I could feel her glancing at me sometimes. Was she judging me? Curious? I didn’t ask. My mind was already too full of Harper—her voice breaking when she said I chose Scott over her.
I didn’t. Did I?
I only took his side, saying Scott was different. He was nothing like Troy.
The thought echoed louder with every step.
We turned the corner toward the training field. The sound of the girls training caught my ears. Everyone was there. And now everyone would look at me.
Coach Celeste stood in the center. She was tall and stro
