Noah

I didn’t sleep much.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Daniel’s smug face under the streetlights, heard his words echoing through my head like a broken record.

You so hard up for pussy you had to scrape the bottom of the barrel?

It had taken everything in me not to hit him again. But the damage was already done — in my head, in the team, in the way Jackson had looked at me last night.

When I pulled into the school lot that morning, it felt like the air was heavier than ...