Page 355 of Playing Dirty


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She raised an eyebrow.

“You already don’t look objective.”

That annoyed me.

“Because I’m not allowed to have opinions now?”

“You’re allowed,” she said. “Just not obvious ones.”

That was the problem.

My phonebuzzed.

Mason.

Mason:

Coach thinks this is going to mess with my head.

I stared at it.

Then replied:

Rowan:

Is it?

Three dots.

Stopped.

Started again.

Mason:

Yeah.

No hesitation.

No avoidance.

Just honesty.

That made it worse.

MASON

That night, I didn’t go to the gym.

Didn’t shoot.

Didn’t think.

Just sat in my room with my phone on my knee.

Luca called twice.

Ignored.