Ava's POV
I followed Laura across the sunlit campus paths, the distant roar of the stadium already pulsing through the air like a living heartbeat. She practically bounced with every step, her enthusiasm impossible to dampen.
"You still have time to change your mind," I muttered, adjusting the strap of my bag.
Laura glanced back with a grin. "And miss the baseball finals? Absolutely not."
"I'm talking about dragging me with you."
"Oh, please." She linked her arm through mine. "You'll survive."
"I'm not making any promises."
She laughed, the sound light and carefree as we neared the entrance. Music blasted from giant speakers while students streamed through the gates in waves of university colors. Vendors lined the path, hawking hotdogs, popcorn, drinks, and foam fingers to the excit
