POV’s Philip
I didn’t even bother to ignore the way my heartbeat steadied when I saw her, leaning against the wall outside the locker rooms. She had a coffee in her hand. That was why she was missing from the bleachers. She’d gone to get coffee. She wasn’t leaving me.
Not yet.
I tried not to let any of these thoughts show on my face as I slowed my rushed pace, walking over to her. “You hungry?” I asked.
Tate shrugged, seeming kind of distant. “I could eat.”
I hated this. Why was she acting this way? “Where do you wanna go?”
My voice felt too desperate, too nice. I needed to act normally so that she wouldn’t act even more distant.
Too late, Tate seemed to notice, her brows furrowing just slightly. She could tell that something was wrong. f**k. “You were playing pretty hard, we should
