Interception by Fiona Davenport6/25/2023 “That one,” Ember said from beside me, pointing at the next open door on the right. Besides, I was about to start my rookie season, and that had to be my sole focus. Learning to ignore the jersey chasers wasn’t hard, though. I was a defensive lineman, six foot five inches and two-hundred-and-sixty pounds of pure muscle. Even though it was unlikely that any of them actually knew who I was, I was used to the gawking. I stepped off the elevator on the third floor and ignored the stares from the female freshmen hanging around in the hallways and common area. Somehow, I got roped into helping this faceless friend move into her dorm. And she was excited that she and Ember-who had been accepted to NYU-would still be close. She was going to handle my social media while she figured things out. Naomi wasn’t sure what direction she wanted to go in her life yet, so she moved with me to New York City after graduation. When I came home, I spent all my time with my family or catching up with the few friends I’d kept in touch with after high school. I’d never met Ember because she’d moved to my hometown during Naomi’s senior year, and I was busy at college. Luckily, Naomi’s best friend was moving into one with an elevator near the entrance. I grunted in response and carried the box into the dorm building. I figured you could use the extra workout.” “You’re about to start your rookie season for the Nighthawks.
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