Kayla pov
Practice had run long, and Cole and I walked out of the school together into the early evening light, still trading easy commentary about the history project neither of us had actually finished.
"You're just mad I found a better source than you," I said, adjusting the strap of my bag.
"You found a better source because I told you where to look."
"That's a very generous interpretation of events."
"It's the correct interpretation of events."
I laughed, the sound coming easier than it used to, and for a moment the hallway felt like nothing more than an ordinary Tuesday evening, two people who'd finally figured out how to just exist around each other without every conversation carrying the weight of everything unsaid underneath it.
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
I pulled it ou
