I roll my eyes.
Me:
Need you to deliver a message to
I stop and don’t hit send. Fuck, who would be easiest to pull from practice? Not Luke. Not Caden. With me gone, not Eli. That leaves Jack. The guy with everything weighing on him.
I fell asleep looking through those pictures. The grouping I started was nothing but leaves blowing in the wind. A few bird sightings. Nothing spectacular. He set up a random sampling of days so we could try to figure out when the meeting took place.
We’re all aware of how much he’s burning the candle at both ends. He’s also the only one not on the Homecoming Court with Harper. So he’s got that to worry about.
Fuck. Not Jack.
Me:
Eli
I send it and then add.
Me:
He’s at practice. He needs to look at his phone.
Angela:
I was hoping you needed me to fluff your pillows
Me:
I have someone to fluff my pillows. Please just do this for me and I’ll owe you
I cringe because I really don’t want to owe this girl anything.
Angela:
I’m holding you to that
No idea what this girl will ask me to do, but I’m not doing anything that will hurt Harper. We’ll figure it out when she makes her ask. Right now. I need someone to figure out what’s happening to Harper.
Eli
The ball slips perfectly into my hands, and I toss it away as another one comes at me. Ball after ball. Run, catch, drop, run, catch, drop. At least I’m not in full gear like Caden and Jack are as they work on the training sled with Coach Turner riding it.
Sweat rolls down my back, and when I catch the final ball, Luke yells, “Break.”
Thank fuck.
I jog over to the water bottles on the bench and down as much as possible.
“Eli!” a girl yells from the sidelines.
When I glance toward the voice, I see Angela Harris waving at me from behind the chain-link fence. What the fuck does she want?
I turn my back to her as Luke runs up and grabs a towel and his water bottle. He wipes off his face and glares in Angela’s direction.
“What does she want?” he asks.
“Nothing good, probably.”