It was a huge victory for the football team, one that felt electric in the air and demanded to be celebrated. The joyous atmosphere of Coach House party was vibrant, with laughter and music spilling out into the night. I found myself invited once again to commemorate the team’s remarkable win, yet the excitement felt bittersweet.
To steer clear of any potential drama with Chloe and Kyle, I positioned myself near Ron, who seemed on a mission to get me to drink champagne. He relentlessly pushed the sparkling glass in my direction, and I consistently declined, the echo of my mother’s warnings about overindulgence ringing in my ears.
Around me, the celebration was in full swing; people were laughing, dancing, and reveling in the euphoria of the win. Except for Kyle and Keir. They hovered acr
