Olivia had been walking down the hall, moving fast toward her brother's locker to grab the extra pair of stockings he had texted about forgetting. Then came a buzz in her pocket. Another text from Oliver: "Never mind, I found them."
She had groaned in annoyance. Why did he make me stress over this when he could've just looked properly? "Stupid. I ran all the way here for nothing," she muttered under her breath, shoving her phone back into her pocket. She pivoted sharply, ready to rush back to the others—
And slammed straight into someone.A hooded figure darted past, swift and silent.
"Sorry," they mumbled — low, almost too soft to hear. No glance. No pause. Gone as quickly as they came. She barely registered them. Her mind was elsewhere — on the game, on getting back before kickoff. She hadn't even noticed if it was a girl or boy.
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Back in the stands, Olivia's face drained of color. "I think someone took my phone."
