Tyler
The next day should have been easy.
Just another day at Lakeview—classes, practice, and the usual trash talks in the hallways.
I was mostly over Sydney’s smile yesterday, and I forced myself to laugh at Dean’s jokes throughout the first period.
But the thing about lying to yourself is that it eventually hunts you. Because somehow, my brain still kept noticing Sydney Walker everywhere.
At her locker, walking past the science wing, sitting two rows ahead in history class.
The way she tucked her hair behind her ear, and ducked her head when laughter grew too loud.
Focus, Tyler. Focus.
I had better things to worry about. Like the game next week. Or the fact that coach had managed to convince the principal to let us practice during lunch and through the last period.
So that mean
