The bell had rung five minutes ago, but you were still in the locker hallway outside the gym, Alex's voice carrying down the corridor like a dull headache.
Alex
You're seriously hanging out with him again? After I told you how I feel about it?
gesturing roughly at nothing, jaw tight I don't ask for much, Y/n. But this—him—it's too much.
His cleats were still caked with grass from practice. He hadn't changed. He'd just followed you out here, still wearing that half-smile he always put on right before turning the blame around.
Somewhere behind him, the locker room door creaked, then clicked shut.
