And I still couldn’t stop noticing it.
“Reed,” Jace muttered as we stood near the back of the room. “You’re doing that thing again.”
“What thing.”
“The one where you look like you’re about to make a bad decision.”
“I’m not.”
He laughed under his breath. “You always say that right before you do.”
I didn’t answer.
Because Coach was calling us back in.
“Settle down,” he said. “Last segment.”
We sat.
Same seats.
Same arrangement.
Except nothing felt the same anymore.
Rowan was one row in front again.
Caleb behind her.
Me behind and slightly to the side.
Too close.
Not close enough.
That gap was starting to feel like something I could measure.
Film started again.
Coach talked.
I heard none of it properly.
Because Rowan shifted her chair slightly backward.
Small movement.
Unintentional.
But it changed everything.
The back of her chair touched my knee.
Barely.
Accident.
Probably.
