Liam's POVI told her I'm at the field through broken words, and true to her word, she appears within twenty minutes. I'm sitting on the grass, my head in my hands, when I hear her footsteps approaching."Hey," she says softly, settling down beside me in the blink of an eye. I look up at her, taking in her concerned expression, the way she's clearly rushed over without bothering to fix her hair or change out of her practice clothes. Even in her hurried state, she's beautiful. More than that, she's here. Despite everything I've put her through, she's here.We sit in silence for a while, both of us staring out at nothing in particular. The quiet isn't uncomfortable—it's the kind of silence that says more than words can."I heard from Cassie what happened," she finally says. "I wanted to make sure you were okay." She pauses, then adds quietly, "I know I'm upset with you about... things. But I never wished for something like this to happen to you."Her words hit me like a punch to the gu
Liam's POVI'm sitting in the back row of my class, pretending to pay attention to the professor's droning about derivatives, when my phone buzzes against my leg. Coach's name flashes on the screen, and immediately my stomach drops.I glance around the lecture hall, then quietly slip out through the back door before answering."Coach?" I whisper, stepping outside fully. "Liam, you need to get down to the field. Now." His voice is tight, controlled in that way that means he's trying not to lose his temper. "Your father is here again."My blood turns to ice. *Again.* That one word carries so much weight, so much history of embarrassment and confrontation. "I'm on my way."I practically run across campus, my heart pounding with each step. Students move out of my way as I barrel through the quad, probably wondering why I look like I'm running from a fire. In a way, I am.The field comes into view, and I can see two figures standing near the sidelines—Coach's familiar broad shoulders and
Liam's POVI'm sitting in the back row of my class, pretending to pay attention to the professor's droning about derivatives, when my phone buzzes against my leg. Coach's name flashes on the screen, and immediately my stomach drops.I glance around the lecture hall, then quietly slip out through the back door before answering."Coach?" I whisper, stepping outside fully."Liam, you need to get down to the field. Now." His voice is tight, controlled in that way that means he's trying not to lose his temper. "Your father is here again."My blood turns to ice. Again. That one word carries so much weight, so much history of embarrassment and confrontation. "I'm on my way."I practically run across campus, my heart pounding with each step. Students move out of my way as I barrel through the quad, probably wondering why I look like I'm running from a fire. In a way, I am.The field comes into view, and I can see two figures standing near the sidelines—Coach's familiar broad shoulders and my
Luna's POVI step off the bus and my stomach drops to my feet. The field looks like a war zone, but instead of soldiers, there are reporters everywhere. Camera crews with huge equipment, people with microphones, and men in expensive suits talking into phones.What the hell is going on?"Luna!" Maya appears out of nowhere and grabs my arm. Her grip is tight, almost painful. "This way, quick!"She drags me toward the locker room while I try to process what I'm seeing. A woman with bright red lipstick spots us and starts shouting my name, but Maya pulls me faster.We burst through the locker room door and Maya slams it shut behind us. I'm breathing hard, my heart hammering against my ribs."Maya, what is this?" I demand. "Why are there so many people out there?"Maya's eyes are practically glowing with excitement. She can barely stand still. "It's been like this for days, Luna. Ever since we won the championship, they've been coming. Reporters, photographers, everyone wants to talk to us
Liam's POVI watch Luna walk away, and I can't help staring. She looks beautiful today. Her hair catches the sunlight, and there's something different about the way she carries herself now. Confident. Strong. I feel proud of her, even though I have no right to feel that way anymore.My stomach twists as I remember where I'm going. Dad wants to meet, and I've been putting it off for weeks. But he won't stop calling, won't stop texting. He says we need to talk about my future.I already know I won't like what he has to say.The school cafeteria is nearly empty when I get there. Dad is sitting at a corner table, wearing his suit like always. He checks his watch when he sees me coming."You're late," he says without looking up from his phone. "You know how much I hate that.""You can blame traffic," I lie, sliding into the seat across from him.He puts his phone down and stares at me with those cold eyes. "Liam, we need to discuss your team situation."Here we go. I knew this was coming.
Luna's POVI can't believe how quickly my life has changed. Just a month ago, I was the quiet girl who sat in the back of classes, trying to blend in. Now, my face is on every TV screen, my voice echoes through radio stations, and my name is splashed across newspaper headlines. It feels surreal, like I'm watching someone else's life unfold.The taxi pulls up to the school gates, and I hand the driver his fare. As soon as I step out, a small crowd materializes around me as if from thin air. Students, parents dropping off their kids, even some teachers—everyone seems to want a piece of me."Luna! Can you sign this?" A younger student thrusts a notebook toward me, her eyes wide with excitement."And this!" Another voice calls out, waving a newspaper with my photo on the front page.I smile, genuinely touched by their enthusiasm, and begin signing autographs. It's overwhelming but in the best possible way. Each signature feels like proof that what happened on that field hockey pitch isn't