Practice ended later than usual, and Ethan was more than glad to grab his bag and get out of there. His legs ached a little, but it was nothing compared to the ache in his head. He didn't even know why he was still mad, or who exactly he was mad at. Maybe it was himself.

He was halfway across the field when he heard someone calling.

"Ethan!"

He turned to see Noah jogging toward him. His curls were messy, and he looked more serious than usual.

"Hey, have you seen Zara? I thought she'd be here by ...