AUTHOR’S POV
Olivia looked back once before quietly slipping away from the girls. Neither of them noticed, not Fia, Becca, or even Yari. "Good," she murmured under her breath, quickening her pace down the narrow steps of the bleachers.
She couldn't deal with their questions about where she was going and why. What would she even say? “Oh, I’m just chasing after Avel because I’ve decided now is the perfect time to throw my heart at him and hope it sticks? Yeah, no.”
She had overheard Reed directing Avel and his friend. She remembered the name of the spot, pictured the street corner clearly in her mind, and she had to hurry if she was going to catch up.
However, once she was out of sight of the stadium, she slowed down. Her legs continued to move, but each step forward felt like she was
