ASHLEY’S POV
By the time I stepped into school the next morning, the air felt different. It felt heavy, like something had happened. Everyone was buzzing, and not in the usual “Friday-before-the-game” kind of way. It was more electric.
I heard the whispers as I walked down the hall with my clipboard pressed to my chest.
“Did you hear? Coach suspended Jack.”
“No, not suspended. Just benched. But still, he’s furious.”
“Someone sent him proof. Video proof.”
“Who would dare?”
My stomach twisted, but I kept my head down, pretending not to notice. No one knew it was me. At least… I prayed they didn’t.
When I got to the locker room, the tension nearly suffocated me. Players huddled in corners, whispering. I heard snippets of words like “rat,” “footage,” “revenge.”
And then the door slamm
