my stick over my head. Someone thrusts the game ball into my other palm. I hold these pieces above me as my teammates raise me above them. Lizzieâs camera follows me upward, her repeated flash leaving dots in my eyesâsmaller, brighter versions of the field lights that have borne witness to our hard-won victory.
When my feet return to the ground, Lizzie tells me, âYou are now without question the most bestest field hockey player Iâve ever been best friends with. Itâs my working headline.â She pulls me to her before her face contorts. âEven if you do smell ripe.â
âItâs an unfortunate side effect of greatness.â
âYou were awesome out there, Zee. Really.â
I canât stop the smile sprinting to my face. âIt felt great. A tough game, but an unforgettable one for sure.â
âNot a bad way to end a career.â Lizzie scans the photos on her cameraâs display screen. âYours and mine.â
Thatâs when it hits me that this is the last game of mine sheâll watch. The last time sheâll write up a story about my team. The thought jolts me with loss. That, and . . .
âHave you seen Gregg?â I wipe the sweat from my forehead with my sleeve and scan the crowd.
She looks at me, her eyes soft. âItâs his loss, Zee.â
My heart plummets to my stomach.
Coach calls for me to get my hustle on. âChop, chop, Doyle!â
I thumb toward my classmates loading onto the bus. âI gotta ride back with the team. Iâll text you about the party at Karenâs.â
âFigure out the details and just come pick me up. After you shower, obvs.â
âWill do.â I turn, but before my feet carry me away, I move closer toward her. âI want you to have this.â I jiggle my gift in a loose fist.
Lizzie extends her palm, onto which I slide my saliva-filled guard.
âA small trophy. To mark the end of an era.â
âYou are gross, Zephyr Doyle.â She hooks my mouth guard across the V of her hoodie like some perverse medal. âYou make me so proud, little grasshopper.â
âThanks Obi-Wan.â
My smile reaches Coach before I do. The bus literally rocks from my teammates clanking sticks in beats of victory. Adrenaline surges. Iâll never have a night like this again and all I want to do is capture this rush, bottle it.
We plan to celebrate in style. Karenâs parents have opened up their house to the team and our fans. Heated pool. Catered food. And even though Iâm psyched that Lizzie will be there with me, I canât help how the sadness of absent Gregg wiggles into this night.
I approach the door to the bus as a figure steals out from beyond the headlights.
Iâd know the shape anywhere.
His steady gait.
His broad shoulders.
My heart sprints as if Iâm on the field again.
Alec walks to me. âYou rocked it, Zephyr actually.â
âYouâre here?â
âWouldnât have missed it.â He pulls me softly off to the side. Itâs almost too surreal: his support, his tousled hair, his beautiful tallness. âSee me tonight. To celebrate.â He strokes my cheek with his finger and I press my face into the tenderness of his touch.
âI-I canât. I already made plans.â
He scowls softly, his disappointment making him even cuter. âWith who?â
âThe team has this huge celebration bash planned. I told Lizzie weâd head over after I showered.â
âBe with me instead.â He steps closer to me, his breath so close to my neck I can feel its signature heat. And I smell the spearmint hovering on his words.
âI canât.â I couldnât.
âYou can.â
I laugh. âIf only. Maybe tomorrow?â
Alec nods, smiling. âTomorrow.â He steals a quick kiss on the cheek before Coach hollers again.
âThanks for coming.â I board the bus and it lurches