Page 338 of Playing Dirty

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I twisted the cap off the bottle.

“Coach says I’m thinking too much.”

Luca laughed once. “Coach says that every week.”

“That doesn’t help.”

“It’s not supposed to.”

We sat on the bench for a second.

Gym mostly empty now.

Just echoes.

My phone buzzed.

Rowan.

Rowan:

Are you still alive or did Coach kill you today?

I exhaled slightly.

Mason:

Barely survived.

Rowan:

Same.

That made me pause.

Same again.

It kept happening.

Like we were syncing without trying.

ROWAN

Serena was pacing my room like she was preparing for war.

“I think you’re in trouble,” she said.

“I’m in an internship.”

“No.”

She pointed at me.

“You’re inwhatever this is.”

I leaned back against my bed. “Define this.”

She stopped pacing.

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