SKYLAR
Out of everything this terrifying drill sergeant of a man just blurted out, only one detail actually sticks in my brain.
It isn't the absurd fact that the athletic department is actively encouraging the rumor that Trey and I are a real couple. No, it’s the phrase “rivalry narrative.”
What in Zeus’s holy name does that even mean?
Before I can muster up enough oxygen to ask, Trey voices it for me. “When you say rivalry narrative... what exactly are you proposing, Coach?"
Coach Max opens his mouth to respond, but the older male board member holds up a hand. “Allow me, Max.”
Pushing to his feet, he buttons his tailored suit jacket. The man has an agonizing flare for the dramatic, moving at the pace of a snail on a runway as he glides over to where the dry-erase whiteboard stands b
