Page 321 of Playing Dirty


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That annoyed me enough to move.

I walked over.

Names.

Ten of them.

My eyes scanned before I could stop myself.

And there it was.

REED, MASON.

I didn’t react immediately.

Which was probably worse.

Andre slapped my shoulder hard. “You made it, man!”

Jace whooped from behind. “Let’s goooo!”

Luca just looked at me.

Not surprised.

Just… aware.

Coach called out from the office door, “Don’t celebrate like you’ve done anything yet.”

That killed the noise slightly.

Because he was right.

NYC wasn’t the win.

It was the beginning of the test.

ROWAN

Bennett didn’t even smile when she handed out the email notifications.

That was how you knew it was serious.

People opened their phones at the same time anyway.

Like a group reflex.

Mia grabbed my arm before I even looked.

“Don’t panic,” she said immediately.

“I’m not panicking.”

“You are absolutely panicking.”

“I’m reading.”

My email loaded.