Page 98 of Playing Dirty
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Not directly.
Not obvious.
Just… unavoidable.
Caleb came in after her.
Sat one row behind.
That detail shouldn’t have mattered.
It did.
Coach dimmed the lights.
Film started.
Normally I’d lock in instantly.
Instead I felt it.
Her presence without her doing anything.
Shifting slightly in her seat.
Crossing legs.
Writing something.
Not looking back.
Not once.
That was the part that irritated me most.
Not attention.
Control.
She wasn’t reacting to me.
She was just there.
And I was the one noticing.
Jace leaned slightly toward me.
“Don’t,” he whispered.
“Don’t what.”
“You know what.”
I didn’t answer.
Because Coach paused the screen.
Pointed at a mistake.
