I thought Dylan would laugh at me, but instead, he looked even more upset than I felt.
His arms lifted me up a little more, and he grumbled, "Are you an i***t? You know it's dangerous to be so close during the game. Why are you crowding the front?"
Of course I knew to back off during the game. But my necklace was still somewhere in the gym, and I couldn't just leave it alone.
I felt a mix of frustration and regret, like I could never hold onto anything good. But instinct made me snap back at Dylan, "I had a reason, okay?"
Dylan stared at me, confused. He looked at my face like he was searching for an answer, and his intense focus made me feel oddly self-conscious. Without thinking, I grabbed his shirt, warning him not to jump to conclusions.
But then, his eyes lit up. He smirked, a li
