Ezekiel's POV
Sleep was a lost cause tonight.
The digital clock beside my bed had been my enemy for hours now, its green numbers burning through the darkness like a constant reminder of my failure to find rest. Eleven thirty became midnight, then crept past one in the morning. Each time I shut my eyes, my brain decided to torture me with the same loop of memories playing on repeat.
Anton's furious expression when we almost threw down at practice. The shock in Ximena's eyes right after I kissed her. Kane shooting his mouth off at exactly the wrong moment. That college recruiter taking notes from the bleachers, watching everything fall apart.
The whole mess tangled together in my head like a knot I couldn't pick apart.
