Declan's POV:
I made it halfway across the parking lot before I heard her footsteps hurrying after me on the gravel.
"Declan! Wait up!"
I kept walking, the gravel crunching loudly under my shoes with every step.
"Declan, could you please stop for just one second and talk to me?"
No chance. I wasn't in the mood.
"Your car isn't even here, you know!"
That stopped me dead in my tracks. I looked around quickly. Right. Coach had driven us all over here earlier. s**t.
I heard Lyla catching up, breathing a little harder when she finally stopped a few careful feet away. Smart girl—she knew enough to keep some distance.
"Are you following me now or something?" I asked without turning around to face her.
"No, I'm not following you. Coach asked me to make sure you got back to the house oka
