Noah

The football field sat dark and empty when I pulled up, the only light coming from the streetlamps along the lot. The party was still echoing in my head — the music, the laughter, Daniel’s smug voice.

I parked a street over, like I always did when the lots filled up. It was quieter here. The night air was cold enough to bite as I got out, slamming the door harder than I meant to. My knuckles still throbbed from where they’d connected with Daniel’s jaw.

I should’ve felt ...