Sienna

The atmosphere after the game was pure chaos — the good kind.

Students were screaming, jumping on one another’s backs, phones out, music already blasting from someone’s portable speaker.

The football team stood near the benches, still buzzing with energy. Caleb was drenched in sweat but smiling from ear to ear, and Jaxon looked calm as ever — his hair messy, jersey untucked, but that quiet, satisfied grin was there.

Kendra tugged at my arm.

“Come on, let’s go ...