She reads it aloud.
CLASSMATE OR CRUSH?
The options are:
Study buddy?
Secret girlfriend?
Basketball genius?
Random fan who got lucky?
Basketball genius is winning.
Barely.
I pull the blanket over my head.
“I’m transferring.”
“To where?” Lila asks.
“Somewhere without cameras.”
“Wyoming?”
“Too many sports.”
“A convent?”
“I’d have to check the Wi-Fi.”
Noor sits on the edge of my bed.
“People will move on.”
“When?”
“The next time an athlete gets caught doing something stupid.”
“That could happen before lunch,” Lila says.
I shove the blanket down.
The picture is already spreading. Another account has zoomed in on Kane pointing toward me after his steal. A third uses slow motion to show me shaking my head at one of his drives.
Someone added dramatic music.
I look like an angry substitute teacher reviewing a disciplinary hearing.
“I am never wearing those glasses again.”
Noor glances at the frames on my nightstand.
“You need them.”
“I’ll go blind.”