HAYLEY. I watch Axel gulp as my dad’s intense gaze rakes over him. “Axel Grey?” he says after a moment. “It’s you, isn’t it?” Axel clears his throat, still visibly rattled by his sudden appearance. “Yes, sir. It’s me.” “Well, well—quite the man you’ve become, haven’t you?” Dad says with a grin, extending a hand toward him. “Thank you, Mr. Anderson,” Axel replies, offering a faint smile as he takes my father’s hand. “I was going to see you after the game last week,” he blurts, almost like he can’t stop himself. “But I, uh… got carried away. With stuff, sir.” “Ah, it’s alright, boy,” Dad beams. Then he turns to me. “Hayley’s told me all about how brilliant you were in tryouts for the school's team.” My cheeks flush a deep red and I frown at him, mouthing a silent warning. But he just grins at me and steps back a few paces. “Well, I’ve got the car engine running, so I’d suggest you both head down in five if I’m dropping you at school.” He turns toward the door, one
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