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MIDNIGHT CONFESSIONS

~KADE~

{Playlist Suggestions: "Talk" by Coldplay}

I watched Chelsea walk away, anger radiating from her like heat.

The smart move would be to let her go. Head back inside. Rejoin the team. Forget about the cleaning girl with the sharp tongue and even sharper eyes.

But I'd never been good at making smart moves off the field.

"Lynch," I called after her. "Wait."

She kept walking, shoulders stiff under her worn jacket. The parking lot lights cast long shadows across the cracked asphalt.

"Chelsea."

That stopped her. I rarely used her first name.

She turned slowly, her expression guarded. "What now?"

"Let me drive you home." The words came out softer than I intended.

"I already told you..."

"Your car's not starting." I nodded toward the ancient Honda she'd been heading toward. Even from here, I could see someone crouched beside it, removing the wheels.

"What?" She whipped around, disbelief quickly changing to despair. "No, no, no..."

She broke into a run toward her ca