Jackson

By the time late afternoon rolled around, I was climbing the walls.

I’d tried working out. Tried blasting music. Tried throwing a football into the yard until my arm was ready to fall off. Nothing touched the restless, knotted feeling in my chest.

Everything felt… weird.

Noah and Jessa.

Me and Mariah.

School whispering like they’ve been cast in some teenage HBO drama.

My life used to be simple: football, friends, school, sleep. Repeat.

Now my feelings had ...