Bri leaned in close to Sean, blatantly flirting even though she was supposedly going out with Matt Mullins. I made a point of noticing, to distract myself from worrying about Rigel. “I guess so,” Sean replied after he swallowed a last bite of pizza—his third enormous slice. “Coach seems happy with my shooting, anyway. You all coming to the game?” His glance encompassed all of us. “Grounded,” I reminded him sourly, but Bri nodded vigorously. “Are you kidding? We wouldn’t miss it for anything! You’re going to be amazing.” “Paul Jackson says you’re practically a one-man team.” Deb agreed, referring to a guy on the basketball team she’d hung out with a few times. “He says sometimes you’re so quick it seems like you’re in two places at once.” Sean looked a little uncomfortable, probably because that meant he’d been using abilities no “normal” athlete would have. “Hey, I hope nobody thinks I’m, like, a glory hound or anything. No matter what Paul says, we need the whole team out there to make things happen.
