ASHLEY’S POV
The crowd roared as the game went on, but I could barely hear it.
My attention kept drifting—again and again—to where Lucas stood on the other side of the bleachers. The girl next to him was still there, tucked close to his side like she belonged there.
She leaned in, laughing at something he said. She had her head resting casually on his shoulder. My stomach twisted, and I forced my eyes back to the field. Jason’s team was moving fast. The sound of the announcer echoed through the cool night, but I couldn’t focus. My heart wasn’t keeping time with the game. It was stuck somewhere between jealousy and confusion.
Who was she? His girlfriend? A friend? No, they looked too comfortable for that. Every small gesture, the way he tilted his head when she spoke, the way she smile
