I can’t stop smiling. I’ve tried, really, I have, but every time my mind drifts, I’m right back in the arena. The roar of the crowd. The energy. The way Evan skated out and immediately looked for me. The way he waved. And the way Sabrina practically launched herself over two girls to blow him a kiss.
I bite my lip to keep from laughing again. She’s trying way too hard. And Evan being absolutely miserable about it? That’s just… karma. High school karma.
Because back then, he used to tease me relentlessly. Not in a mean way—just enough to make my face turn red and my stomach flip. So watching him now, dodging Sabrina like she’s radioactive, feels like the universe finally balancing the scales.
The party is loud and warm, full of people talking over each other, music playing, food everywhe
