A picture of her cleats had spread around school.
Jamie had forwarded it to her in the morning, with several question marks and exclamation points in a text below. Words really weren’t needed. It was a photo of her cleats, a bit muddied but in fine condition otherwise.
Avery had once though she should’ve written her name on them. Now she was impossibly glad she hadn’t.
She sighed and put it away. As long as she ignored it, it would all be fine. It would blow over in a week, and she wouldn’t have to worry after that.
As she went about her day, she thought about it. Should she just tell Lucas? There was no point, because she couldn’t even really help Elena, but at least they’d stop asking around.
But no, if they stopped asking abruptly, everyone would know the mystery soccer midnight gi
