End Game
Aunt Monica said quietly, like she could hear the direction my thoughts were heading.
I scoffed lightly. "I'm not."
"You are." She adjusted her sunglasses. "And whatever nonsense you're telling yourself right now? Drop it."
"Yes, ma'am."
She gave me a look that said she knew I was being sarcastic but decided not to press it.
For a while, neither of us spoke. The sound of the ocean filled the space instead—waves rolling in, people talking, screaming and laughing about, and enjoying themselves.
My eyes drifted back to the volleyball made up court where Quinton was jumping around like an overgrown child with the rest of the Milton Lions idiots. My gaze locked onto Sebastian almost instantly, li
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