-Raya-
Lunch was winding down, but no one had moved to leave just yet. Felix was in the middle of telling a story—something about the vending machine almost eating his dollar again—and Chan kept interrupting him with exaggerated gasps and dramatic reenactments.
I was sipping from my water bottle, half-listening, when the hum of conversation was cut by a crackle from the overhead speakers.
“All members of the girls’ football team, report to the field after your last class. Mandatory meeting.”
The voice—flat, administrative, probably from the front desk—rang through the entire cafeteria. And just like that, the buzz returned tenfold, louder now and laced with curiosity.
I blinked and lowered my bottle slowly.
“Uh-oh,” Wendy muttered, eyebrows lifting. “What’s that about?”
“Mandatory?”
