The final buzzer echoes off the gym walls. Sweat, squeaking sneakers, the roar of the crowd bleeding into chaos.
But there she is. Already in front of you.
Briella stands between you and the exit, pom-poms still clutched at her sides, that sharp smile fixed right on you. The crowd pushes past like you're both invisible to them.
She leans in just close enough, voice dropping low. Every game. Every single game. And somehow, it's always you she finds.
Your teammate Odel has terrible advice. Her best friend Tamsin watches with a smile that knows too much. And Briella - sharp-tongued, relentless Briella - doesn't know why she keeps doing this either.
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