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Watching.
Not me.
Everything.
Which somehow felt worse.
Because it meant I wasn’t the only thing in her head.
That shouldn’t have mattered.
It did.
Rowan
I wasn’t watching him.
I was watching the court.
That was the lie.
But I kept noticing him anyway.
Not in the way I used to.
This was different.
More… automatic.
Like my attention drifted there without asking me.
Caleb leaned slightly toward me. “You want to sit closer?”
“No.”
He nodded.
Didn’t question it.
That was the problem with Caleb.
He didn’t force things.
Which made everything feel more obvious when I didn’t choose him.
Mason
Warmups ended.
Coach split us into half-court sets.
I moved.
Ran plays.
Passed.
Clean.
