I tore my gaze away from the stands, and I grabbed my gear.
“Locker room,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Wow.” Bennett fell into step beside me. “I’m proud of you.”
“Shut up.”
“No, really. Walking away instead of committing assault? Very mature.”
“I will end you.”
“Empty threats from a man defeated by his own emotions. Love to see it.”
I pushed through the locker room door, dropped onto the bench in front of my locker, and stared at nothing.
This was going to be harder than I thought.
Not the hiding, though that was going to be its own special kind of hell. But thewanting. The constant, gnawing awareness of her. The jealousy that flared up every time someone else so much as looked in her direction.
My phone buzzed in my bag.
I dug it out, already knowing who it would be.
Harlow: You looked like you were about to commit murder out there.
Owen: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Harlow: Sure, you don’t. That’s why your water bottle is now shaped like an hourglass.
I glanced at the mangled bottle I tossed into my bag. She had a point.
Owen: Who was that guy?
Harlow: Jace. He’s in my Anatomy class. Wanted to know if I had notes from Tuesday.
Owen: He could have emailed you.
Harlow: He could have. But then I wouldn’t have gotten to see your face turn that particular shade of red.
Owen: My face was not red.
Harlow: It was adorable.
Owen: I’m not adorable.
I found myself smiling despite everything, the jealousy, the guilt, the conversation with Jax that kept replaying in my head.
Owen: Meet me outside the locker room in 20?
Harlow: Can’t wait.
I shoved the phone back in my bag, still smiling like an idiot.
Bennett was watching me from across the locker room, his expression knowing. He mimed a heart shape with his hands, and I flipped him off.
This was going to be a disaster.
CHAPTER 26
