People were finally filing out.
Nari Han was live streaming, skating onto the rink in her boots. She tilted her phone high, lips pouting as she spun with the scoreboard in the background.
She kept giggling, doing little twirls like she was the one who'd just scored the winning goal
"Bet she's already tagged half the team," Marcus muttered.
The thought of her flooding her feed with clips of Dominic…of other people drooling over him the way I did, made my stomach twist.
"God, does she ever get tired of pretending she belongs in every highlight reel?" I scoffed.
June's turned toward me, eyes narrowing like she'd just read an entire paragraph off my face. "Oooh," she smirked, "somebody sounds jealous."
I opened my mouth, then shut it just as fast.
My legs moved before I thought. Past the bleachers, past the concession stand where people were still buzzing, down the narrow hallway lined with trophy cases and faded posters.
