Hailey’s POV
The gym was quiet after practice, so quiet that I almost felt I was alone in school.
Everyone had already left, only the sound of my footsteps followed me as I picked up my water bottle and slipped my bag over my shoulder. I had stayed behind to stretch a little longer, hoping to clear my head before going home. With the tournament close and the investigation around Brighton growing darker by the hour, my mind felt like it was carrying a hundred storms.
I switched off the last set of lights and walked toward the exit.
That’s when the door slammed shut behind me. My heart jumped out of my chest, beads of sweat dripping.
I jumped, my heart rattling. When I turned around, Brighton stood there, leaning against the door like he owned the place. His smirk curled slowly, the sam
