The text messages from Dylan were nuclear. “You’re dating the backup?” “He’s a placeholder.” “You’re making the biggest mistake of your life.”
Something shifted in my chest. It wasn’t a lightning bolt. It was slower. Like the rise of a quarterback sneak—unspectacular, but unstoppable. Dylan found out via Instagram. A photo of me and Marcus at a diner after the semifinal win. No caption. No kiss. Just two people sharing a milkshake. Sidelined- The QB and Me
But it’s not.