-Raya-
The locker room lights buzzed softly overhead, casting a pale yellow hue on the tiled walls and rows of benches. The air smelled like sweat, turf, and whatever citrus body spray someone decided to drench themselves in.
I found my usual spot, peeled off my socks with a wince, and sat down with a sigh that was half exhaustion, half satisfaction. Mela dropped beside me with a groan, her ponytail soaked through.
“My legs are not going to forgive me tomorrow,” she muttered, stretching her back.
“Good pain,” I replied, tugging my jersey over my head and reaching for my fresh clothes.
Across the room, I saw them—Sydney, Kiana, and Jessa—huddled by the far lockers like they were the final three in a reality show no one wanted to watch.
I didn’t think anything of it until I heard Sydne
