CHAPTER
SEVEN
Axel
Where the hell is Enzo? My teammates dash inside the bus to avoid the sudden Massachusetts rain as I stare into the gray wetness.
My knuckles are cold. My neck is cold. My?—
“Axel?” Coach asks from inside the bus. “Get on.”
I make it halfway up the bus steps, my shoes squeaking, then I turn to look for Enzo one more time.
No, still not here.
“We’re still waiting for Enzo,” I explain.
“Oh.” Daniela, our administrator, exchanges a glance with Coach.
“He’s probably coming soon,” I say quickly. “Let’s give him more time.”
The other guys have already taken seats, and I sit in the front, behind Daniela.
Shit.
“Does anyone have Enzo’s number?” I ask.
The others stare at me.
“None of you?”
Evan manages to look ashamed. They all should.
Enzo just moved here. He needs to feel welcome.
Daniela shuffles her papers. “I have his number.”
“Make sure he gets on the group chat,” I tell Evan.
“I will,” Evan promises.
“Maybe he’s not sure where the bus is departing from.”
“Why wouldn’t he know where the bus is departing from?” Luke asks, and I glare at him.
I hop off the bus.
“Axel!” Coach yells.
“Just going to look for him.”
A figure sprints through the rain, jacket pulled over his head, and even at fifty yards I know it’s him. I know the way he moves, the length of his stride. My chest does something stupid.
“Oh, thank fuck.” I wave my arms. “He’s here! He’s here.”
Coach sighs. “Get on the bus, Axel.”
“But—”
