“Careful or you might get drool on your jersey,” Maddie teases, jolting me from my thoughts as my gaze snaps to hers. “What? No, I wasn’t looking at him,” I say far too quickly, before adding, “I mean, I’m not drooling.” My best friend laughs. “You're a terrible liar, you know that right?” she replies, mirroring what her brother has said to me countless times. “I may have heard that a time or too.”
