Sydney

I stopped for a moment, my eyes fixed on Tyler as Lakeview players jogged out onto the court beneath a storm of admiration and screens.

Purple towels spun through the air, students jumped to their feet.

The guy with the drum kept hitting the bass. And every time it thundered through the gym, the floor seemed to shake beneath my shoes.

But none of that mattered because all I could see was Tyler’s hand.

No bandage, no wrap.

Just bare skin, exposed.

Which was a good thing, right?

I mean, if the bandage wasn’t there, that meant he was fine, right?

Maybe yesterday wasn’t as bad as I thought....