Luke We're out the stadium when a hand wraps around my waist. "You ghosted me last night, Luke." Santiago's voice purrs in my ear sending shivers down my spine. "You and me both, Santy." Tj's voice comes from my other side before I could respond. "Aye, Tj...thought you'd be off recovering today," Santiago shifts his focus. "Not more than you." Tj shoots back. Santiago laughs -low and easy- while his arm stays where it is around my waist, loose enough to be casual, present enough to be deliberate. I look at him sideways. Dark hair pushed back, jaw relaxed, dressed like he doesn’t care if anyone judges him. "You came to the game," I say to Santiago. Swiching the topic so they'd forget about me ditching them yesterday. "I come to all the games," he says. "I have school spirit." "You have a hospita
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