Paxton’s POV
The last day of the week always felt slow. My head had been heavy since yesterday, thinking about Carlota and the stupid misunderstanding in the hallway. I didn’t show it on my face though.
I was walking toward my locker when my boys spotted me and rushed over. They always came in groups, loud and curious, like they lived inside trouble. Sometimes I don't know what to do with them but I got to love them.
“Boss,” one of them called out, jogging closer, “how’s Gabriel doing? Heard he almost died.”
I rolled my eyes. “He didn’t almost die. He just broke a shoulder and bruised half of his body.”
Another guy exhaled in relief. “So he’s good?”
“As good as someone who got thrown across a racetrack can be,” I said.
They murmured to themselves, nodding like they were comparin
