Juliette:
Class ended early for once—something about a canceled department meeting—and while the rest of my classmates rushed out like the building was on fire, I stayed seated a little longer, chewing the edge of my pen and thinking.
Saturday’s game was coming fast, and Maddox wanted me front and center. Wearing his number. Sitting with the families. With everyone watching.
I looked down at my oversized hoodie and the baggy joggers I practically lived in. All of it hung off me now. Too loose, too shapeless. The kind of clothes I wore when I didn’t want to be noticed.
But that wasn’t who I was anymore.
Not really.
So instead of heading back to my dorm for a nap like I usually would, I walked there with a mission. I dropped off my bag, swapped my slides for real shoes, and grabb
