Two guys were actively using a freshman’s open backpack as a basketball hoop.
The poor kid was standing there wearing it while they launched actual basketballs into it.
And every time they scored, they sprinted around celebrating like they’d won a national championship.
The freshman looked one missed shot away from crying.
“See?” Maeve said.
I laughed despite myself, my eyes shifting on their own.
Tyler was laughing now. His lips pulled in that controlled way that barely made sounds slip through, but enough to expose his teeth.
And for some reason, that made something unclench in my chest.
I turned back to Maeve.
“Maybe you’re right.”
“I am right, Sydney Walker.” She said seriously. “I refuse to let you walk around looking like the Grinch in Whoville.”
I chuckled again, pull
