Hailey’s POV
The next day
Cheerleading practice drained me completely. My legs felt heavy, my arms were tired, and sweat clung to my skin, but it felt good to move again. Madison kept watching me under her dark glasses, too afraid to let people see her mysterious black eye.
I stayed behind to collect my things while the other girls walked out in groups, laughing and chatting.
As I grabbed my bag from the bleachers, something caught my eye. A phone lay under the bench. I picked it up, planning to hand it to the lost and found. The screen lit up in my hand and the name on it made my stomach twist.
"This is Brighton's phone, did he drop it or something?" I asked myself.
Before I could even react, the phone vibrated again and a new message flashed across the screen.
Boss, we silenced an
