Eliana leaned against the locker next to hers, phone in hand, already scrolling through something that made her grin.

A crash echoed down the hall. Laughter. The distinct sound of a football being thrown and barely missing a trophy case.

Around the corner, Ryan Sterling strolled through the double doors with Caleb Barrymore at his side. Ryan's letterman jacket was unzipped, his tie loosened, a lazy grin on his face as he nudged Caleb with his elbow.