CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR

TRENT'S POV

"Ella!" Someone shouted from behind me.

I whipped around quickly, my heart leaping with the thought that it was her. But it was just one of the players from the opposing Rogers team, cupping his hands around his mouth as a girl came running over.

"Elva!" He grinned as she flung her arms around him in a tight embrace. Of course it wasn't Ella - just my mind playing tricks again.

The guy smoothed his hands over her back as they swayed together. "Wish me luck, babe," he murmured against her hair.

She pulled back with a smile. "How about I give you a little luck charm instead?"

Before he could respond, she looped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers in a kiss. I felt my jaw clench as I quickly averted my gaze, trying to ignore the uncomfortable pang in my chest.

Why did her name have to be everywhere, taunting me? Arghh, I raked my hands over my hair in frustration.

A sharp blast of the whistle shattered my thoughts. The players began lining up on the