I wore sunshades to cheer practice.
They didn’t like that.
At all.
“Evie,” one of the girls said, tugging her ponytail tighter as she approached, “this isn’t a fashion show.”
I didn’t even look her way. Just kept stretching.
“It’s the sun,” I muttered. “My eyes are sensitive.”
“It’s cloudy.”
“I’m sensitive to clouds too.”
A few girls snorted behind me. Whispered things they didn’t bother keeping quiet. I didn’t care. I wasn’t here for them. I wasn’t even really here for cheer right now. I just needed to move. To breathe. To focus on anything that wasn’t him.
“Where’s Mia?” another girl asked.
No one answered.
No texts.
No calls.
Nothing.
Vivianne slid into place beside me during warm-ups. Her gaze flicked toward me under her lashes. “You good?”
I nodded too fast. “Just busy.”
She hummed like she didn’t buy it, but didn’t press either. Thank God.
Because if anyone asked one more time, I was either going to cry or scream.
And I didn’t feel like deciding.
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Later that day, I was in the
