I spent the entire weekend dreading Monday.Every time I thought about going back to debate practice, my stomach twisted but quitting wasn't an option. I needed that prize money so Monday at six o'clock, I showed up to the library with my materials and waited.Six fifteen. No Diego.Six thirty. Still nothing.At six forty-five, I started packing up. Of course he wasn't coming. Why would he? He'd made it clear he didn't care about debate, didn't respect me, didn't think any of this mattered."Hey."I looked up.Diego stood at the edge of the table, his backpack slung over one shoulder, completely unbothered by the fact that he was forty-five minutes late."You're late," I lashed out."Football ran long." He dropped into the chair across from me, pulling out his phone. "Coach wanted to run some plays.""You couldn't text?""Didn't think about it." He scrolled through his phone, not looking at me. "So what are we doing?"I stared at him. No apology. No acknowledgment that my time mattere
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