Entangled With The Bad Boy
I just need to grab what I came for and get to the stadium, where I honestly should’ve been since this morning, watching my man play.
“Oh, look who I ran into.”
The moment I hear that familiar high-pitched voice behind me, my stomach twists.
I don’t need to turn around to know who it is. Some sounds just haunt you.
Still, I do.
Sasha.
She’s smiling like she won something when she speaks again. “And we’re even matching.”
My gaze drifts down. Of course. Kai’s jersey, hacked into a crop top, the blue is faded.
“I wouldn’t call it matching,” I state. “Different shade. Different cut. And yours is a replica.”
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