Duke tossed her the ball. “Show me that fake again. The one where you look left and go right.”
“Spike thinks you’re sad,” Paul said.
He opened his mouth to argue, then saw the trophy on the dresser. “We won?”
The referee cleared his throat. “Either you have eleven players, Coach, or you forfeit.”
Viola’s heart stopped. But she shoved him, snarled something about a compression shirt, and ran harder than she’d ever run. That night, she sat on the dorm roof with Paul and his cactus.
So Viola did what any rational, desperate, and slightly reckless seventeen-year-old would do. She borrowed Sebastian’s khakis, hacked off her ponytail, practiced scowling in the mirror, and became him.
Duke tossed her the ball. “Show me that fake again. The one where you look left and go right.”
“Spike thinks you’re sad,” Paul said.
He opened his mouth to argue, then saw the trophy on the dresser. “We won?”
The referee cleared his throat. “Either you have eleven players, Coach, or you forfeit.”
Viola’s heart stopped. But she shoved him, snarled something about a compression shirt, and ran harder than she’d ever run. That night, she sat on the dorm roof with Paul and his cactus.
So Viola did what any rational, desperate, and slightly reckless seventeen-year-old would do. She borrowed Sebastian’s khakis, hacked off her ponytail, practiced scowling in the mirror, and became him.