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That was a colossal mistake.
Something that absolutely cannot happen again.
I only make it five feet down the hall and away from the scene of my crime before my phone is vibrating in my pocket.
I check it, expecting to see a score update or a stream of panicked text messages asking where I went, but it’s a message from Reid with a photo attached.
My heart lurches to my throat, and I hesitantly open the picture. It’s an image of the heart I drew and put on his computer, with six words attached.
Reid
You must really hate me, huh?
I don’t bother replying, hiding my phone and sprinting down the hall.
The Thunderhawks lose by twenty-one, but I can’t bring myself to care.
TWENTY-FOUR
REID
Avery
Are you free tomorrow morning?
Me
For what?
Avery
I wanted to run something by you. A proposal of sorts.
Me
You disappear off the face of the earth for the two weeks leading up to the regular season and now you want to propose something?
Avery
Did you miss me?
Me
No. The quiet was nice. Going undefeated in the preseason helped too. How does your 0-3 record feel?
Avery
I’m not answering that.
Jumping Joe’s at 8?
Me
You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?
Avery
I can’t tell you all my secrets.
