Just Don't Fall (Sweater Weather, #1; Appies, #1)

by Emma St. Clair

I collapse on the bed and pull out my phone. There’s a text from a number not in my contacts. Unknown: This is Felix. We met today. Just wanted to say welcome to the team. I plug in his name even as a few more texts pop up. Felix: If you ever need a break from all the noise but don’t want to be alone, text me. Felix: Full disclosure—Parker told me to text you. I was planning to anyway, but now I feel like I have to say that she asked everyone. Prepare for your phone to blow up. You’ve been warned. I appreciate his honesty, as well as his almost unheard-of use of punctuation. As well as his warning, which turns out to be timely. As I plug in my phone and turn it off, the screen is already exploding with texts. Leave it to Parker. One thing that for sure hasn’t changed is her habit of butting into my life. Like the way she used to give me critiques after every game. She was usually right too. Or the way she would tell me all the things wrong with girls I was dating. She was right about that too. And as I fall asleep in the empty darkness of my hotel room, my screen lights up again and again with reminders that someone in this world actually cares about me. Even if I don’t deserve it.