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Aiden
Intuition is interesting.
It’s like turbulent energy slamming into a hard object.
Intuition can predict that you’ll lose the battle before it starts.
I don’t lose battles.
As soon as the coach’s usual pep talk ends, I grab my messenger bag and stride out of the locker room without speaking to anyone.
Nash calls my name, but I zone him and everyone else out.
I get lost in my head more often than not, and they know better than to barge between me and my own mind.
Besides, they spent almost two decades with me, they should be used to it by now.
I pull out my phone and dial Elsa.
It’s turned off.
Elsa doesn’t turn off her phone.
Ever.
She won’t admit it, but she’s always conscious about not answering if either of her guardians calls her.
I stop outside the locker room and try again.
Still nothing.
I usually put the negative before the positive because the positive fucks you up.
But at the moment, I wish there’s an exception to my perception.
I wish there’s some positive before the negative.
I wish Elsa’s fucking phone isn’t turned off.
And I don’t even do the wishing thing.
“Yo, King!” Astor crashes into me from behind and wraps an arm around my shoulder.
His uniform is tucked all wrong and there’s still some shampoo in his damp hair like he couldn’t bother to rinse properly.