Stacey’s POV:
We had just finished packing up and loading the bus. I said my last goodbyes to Chloe and my baby Tessa, and we were off.
Throughout the bus ride I noticed Noah would keep stealing some glances, and to be honest I only noticed because I was doing the same.
I sat by the window, Michael next to me going on and on about how great the stadium is, but I mostly tuned out the rest, focusing on the storm in my head.
We arrived at the hotel, and I could hear one of the students telling Noah how they were definitely going to get girls and bring them back to their rooms. I stole a glance at Noah, but for some reason he didn’t look amused.
“Okay, guys, let’s form a single-file line and head to our rooms,” the coach said, and they followed in pursuit.
Michael dragged me to the side,
