Jackson

I was still pissed when Mariah found me.

Like, actively pissed.

The kind where your jaw hurts from clenching it and your hands keep curling into fists even though there’s nothing left to punch.

I’d already snapped at two teammates, scared off one freshman who definitely did not deserve it, and very nearly went looking for the girls who’d started the rumor just to see how fast they could run.

Mariah caught me by the arm before I could do something monumentally ...