Jessa

The stadium was still buzzing, cheers echoing through the cool night air as the scoreboard flashed WINNER in bold, glowing letters. My heart was still hammering, my voice hoarse from yelling as I clutched Mariah’s arm.

Our school had pulled it off.

Jackson had led the team like the star quarterback he was, and Noah… well, Noah had played like a man possessed. That last tackle? The interception? My chest swelled with pride just thinking about it.

Mariah squeezed my arm, ...