(Chase)
I sat at my usual table in the cafeteria, barely touching my food. My teammates were talking loudly around me, but I wasn't really listening. All I could think about was that kiss.
The way she looked at him. The way she touched him. The way she seemed to forget everything else existed.
"Dude, you've been staring at that sandwich for ten minutes," Marcus said, nudging my arm.
"I'm good."
"You're not good. You played like shit."
I looked up at him. "Thanks for the pep talk."
"I'm serious, Chase. What was that out there? You missed three easy passes in the first period alone."
"Bad day. It happens."
Brad leaned forward from across the table. "It wasn't just a bad night. You were distracted the whole game. Every time that Boston kid scored, you looked like you wanted to punch
