As we left, Ava was practically bouncing on her toes, still gushing over my dunk like it was some kind of miracle.
"I swear, Maeve," she said, her smile so wide it could split her face. "If you don't join the basketball team permanently, you're insane. You looked like a pro out there!"
Freya laughed, slinging her gym bag over her shoulder. "Don't feed her ego, Ava. It's already impossible to live with her as it is."
I shot her a mock glare. "Excuse me? I almost beat Elias freaking Hawthorne. I deserve at least a sliver of praise."
"Almost," Freya emphasized, smirking.
Ava snorted, covering her mouth. "Still counts in my book."
The three of us made our way toward the dormitory building, the fading sunlight casting long shadows across the pavement.
It was nearing six, and the chill of the evening breeze brushed against my damp skin. Ava pulled her hoodie tighter around her shoulders.
