Leon's talking about drills. About how Coach nearly benched Mason. Justin's arguing with someone about whose round it is.
Someone says my name.
I nod.
No idea what I just agreed to, no idea what anyone talking about.
My mind too preoccupied with thoughts of Ivy.
I can still see her.
Arms folded tight across her chest like she was holding herself together or blocking me out.
I haven't decided which one I prefer to believe right now.
"I think we should stop."
Her voice was steady when she said it.
That's the part that keeps replaying.
Steady.
Like she'd already braced herself for me to agree.
Like she expected me to.
She didn't look unsure.
She looked decided. Almost defeated and I can't understand why.
Temporary.
Space.
If that's what you want.Why the fuck did I say that?
I said it like it didn't cost me anything.
I take a shot I don't need.
It burns down my throat.
Doesn't touch the tightness in my chest.
Leon bumps my shoulder. "You're quiet."
"Just tired." The lie tastes worse than the tequila still burning a trail down my throat.
He studies me. He knows something's off. Doesn't know what. If he knew-
Justin doesn't look at me at all, or at least he doesn't let me notice.
That's how I know he's clocking every shift in my posture. Justin sees far more than people give him credit for. He may be the worst player of us all - and I don't mean on the ice, but no one can say the man isn't smart.
Then I hear it.
That laugh.
