Jackson

I was halfway through a burger when my phone buzzed on the coffee table.

Another notification. I almost ignored it—thought it was one of the group chats lighting up with memes again. But when I glanced down and saw the name, my stomach sank.

Shane:

Yo, you talk to Carter?

Saw some stuff in the parking lot after practice. Looked heated.

I frowned and typed back.

Me:

What kind of stuff?

The three dots blinked for a few seconds. Then:

Shane:

Didn’t catch ...