ALAN POV
The locker room reeked of sweat and frustration. Practice had been brutal, Coach riding us harder than usual, and all I wanted was a hot shower and maybe a few minutes to decompress. But as we stepped out of the locker room, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I pulled it out, still toweling my hair, and squinted at the screen.
*Spending the day with Vic. Don’t wait for me.*
My steps faltered.
Aaron bumped into me from behind, grumbling something about moving faster, but then he noticed my expression. “What’s wrong?”
“She’s ditching us,” I said, staring at the text like it had personally offended me.
Aaron snatched the phone from my hand and read it out loud, his tone dripping with disbelief. “*Spending the day with Vic. Don’t wait for me.*” He let out a dramatic groan
