Jaxon
Practice the day before the exhibition announcement went public was already tense before Coach even blew the first whistle, six guys who used to actually like each other now circling one topic like it was a live wire nobody wanted to touch.
Mason was the one who finally touched it.
"You've been weird since the lake house thing," he said, catching me by my locker after we'd both showered off, towel slung over his shoulder, arms crossed in that way he did when he'd clearly been rehearsing a conversation in his head for longer than he wanted to admit.
"I'm not weird. I'm delightful. There's a difference."
"You've been quiet all practice. You're never quiet."
"Maybe I'm evolving."
He didn't laugh, which should have told me to drop it right there, but I've never been great at readi
