Sydney
The next morning I woke up with heavy eyes, giving myself a quiet pep talk.
I had to stop listening to conversations that made my chest ache.
But how could I do that when there was an entire school—and a basketball team captain that seemed to hate the sight of me?
Luckily, when I got to school, the whispers had died down a little. Though eyes still stuck to my skin as I walked down the hallway toward my locker.
Then my eyes landed on him.
Tyler.
He was standing with Micheal and some guys, one hand shoved into his pocket, the simple shirt he wore clinging to his broad chest on purpose. His black hair brushed away from his forehead like he’d taken time to style it.
He laughed at something Aaron said, and my stupid heart stuttered.
I looked away quickly, muttering silent pray
