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Jace The stadium is already filling up by the time I step onto the field. Music blasts from the speakers. Students are packed into the bleachers, waving school flags and shouting at the players warming up. The air smells like grass, sweat, and whatever greasy food they’re selling near the entrance. Normally, I love this. Tonight, I barely notice any of it. My eyes keep drifting toward the entrance. Nothing. I check my phone. No new messages. I told her to be here. She said she was on her way. So where the hell is she? I shove my phone into my pocket and force myself to focus on warm-ups. “Knight!” I look up. Coach is standing several yards away, watching me. “You planning on playing today or staring at the entrance all night?” A few of the guys laugh. “I’m playing.” “Then act like it.” I nod and turn back to the field. Five minutes later, I look toward the entrance again. Still nothing. I curse under my breath. Why am I even waiting for her? She’s my fake girlfriend. Fake

Jace I shouldn’t care. That’s what I tell myself as I stand on the field, sweat running down the back of my neck while the crowd screams from the bleachers. I shouldn’t care that Skye hasn’t looked at me once. Not when she spent the entire first quarter cheering for Ethan. Every time my brother touches the ball, her voice rises above the crowd. “Come on, Ethan!” And every fucking time, my jaw tightens. I glance toward the bleachers again. She’s standing with Chloe and Kimberly, hands cupped around her mouth, her eyes fixed on Ethan like he’s the only player on the field. She looks beautiful tonight. Too beautiful. And apparently, she dressed like that for him. I look away before the thought can piss me off even more. “Knight!” I turn just in time to catch the ball. I sprint down the field. One defender comes at me. I dodge him. Another. I push past him. The crowd erupts. For one stupid second, I glance toward the stands. Nothing. Skye is still watching Eth

Skye I don’t know how long I stand there watching them. Maybe only a few seconds. It feels like forever.Mia finally pulls away, still smiling at Ethan. “I really love the way you played tonight. It blew my mind away.”Ethan laughs. “It’s not that serious.”“Of course it is.”She touches his arm casually, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.Something twists painfully inside my chest. I look away. Don’t cry. Not here. Not in front of everyone.I take a slow breath and turn toward Kimberly. “I think I need some air.”I need to get out of here. My head pounds so loud it hurts. All I need to do is get away. But before I can take a step, Ethan calls after me. “Skye?”I stop and turn around. “What?”He’s looking at me. “You okay?”The question should comfort me. Instead, it breaks something. Because he’s being kind again. And I suddenly can’t stand it.I can’t stand that he can be sweet to me one minute and then hug another girl the next.I can’t stand spending years wanting hi

Skye I jerk against his grip. “Jace, let go.”He doesn’t. Not immediately.He keeps walking, pulling me away from the music, away from the lights, away from the people still gathered outside the party.“Where are we going?”He says nothing.“Jace!”He finally stops. We’re behind the old athletic building, where the noise from the party is nothing more than a distant pulse. A single security light hangs above the back entrance, throwing pale light across the concrete.Jace releases my wrist.I immediately rub it. “You didn’t have to drag me.”He turns around. His expression makes me stop. I’ve seen Jace angry before. I’ve seen him annoyed, arrogant, smug, irritated.I’ve never seen him like this. His jaw is tight. His chest rises and falls heavily. His eyes look darker than usual.“You want to know why I dragged you here?”I swallow. “I didn’t ask you to.”“No.” He laughs once, bitterly. “You never ask me anything, do you?”I frown. “What is that supposed to mean?”“It means you do wh

JaceThe moment I close my dorm room door behind me, I lock it. I don’t want anyone coming in. I don’t want questions.I don’t want to explain why I walked out of the party looking like I was about to put my fist through someone’s face.Most of all, I don’t want to hear her name. I throw my keys onto the desk and pull my jacket off.It lands somewhere on the floor. I don’t bother picking it up.My room is dark except for the faint light coming through the window. The party is still going on somewhere across campus. I can hear the distant music when I stand still enough to listen.I should be there. Instead, I’m here. Alone. Exactly where I want to be. I walk to the bathroom and turn on the tap. Cold water runs over my hands.I stare at my reflection. My jaw is tight. My eyes look darker than usual. I look angry. Good.At least anger is something I understand.I splash water onto my face. It doesn’t help. Her voice comes back anyway.“I like you.”I grip the edge of the sink. Why the