Ryder
I hadn't meant to overhear any of it.
I'd come back to the locker room for my bag, forgotten in the chaos after practice, and I'd stopped just inside the doorway the second I heard Mason's voice raised in a way I'd never heard from him before, low and furious, the kind of tension that meant something real was underneath it. By the time I registered what they were actually arguing about, it felt wrong to interrupt, and worse to walk away, so I just stood there, half hidden by the row of lockers, listening to two of my closest friends admit things out loud that I'd been trying not to admit to myself for two weeks.
*You like her.*
*We all supposedly like her, Mason.*
I drove home that night without really registering the drive, the conversation looping over and over, Jaxon's sharp
