Hazel's POV
A stupid grin kept sneaking onto my face as I headed down the hallway toward the girls’ locker room. Jaxon’s words repeated in my mind, no matter how hard I tried to shake them off. The way he’d said it made my chest ache most weirdly.
The corridor was filled with pre-game energy, sneakers squeaking, laughter echoing off the walls but the second I pushed open the door, that electric mood evaporated.
Every pair of eyes turned to me or rather to the jersey I was wearing. I tried to ignore it as I dressed quickly. I wasn’t used to being the center of attention.
I tried to play it cool, changing fast, pretending not to feel their stares burning holes through me.
Someone finally spoke. “Is that Jaxon’s jersey?”
I didn't need to answer because someone did on my behalf, affi
