GREYSON
My teammate nods to the guy sitting at a table full of girls. “Jack, Greyson. Jack is the quarterback on the football team.”
I quirk my lips. The football team lost spectacularly this year, no thanks to Jack here. It’s a good thing the hockey team is picking up the slack and bringing some attention back to this school.
That’s where I shine.
In the spotlight.
Well, correction: that’s where I used to shine.
My gaze goes to the girl beside Jack, who seems like she’s about to be violently sick. She looks familiar in the way most girls do. Like I might’ve had a chance encounter with her at some point in my life but nothing worthy of me remembering.
Maybe we ran into each other here, at Haven. After a game.
I smirk at her, and she flinches. Not the usual reaction.
Interesting.
