Daniel's grip on his phone tightened as he read Sofia's message.
They were near the school this morning. Be careful.His eyes flicked to Sofia, who sat a few seats away, pretending to focus on her textbook. She didn't look up, but he could see the tension in her posture.Mr. Esteve's voice droned on about Catalan literature, but Daniel could barely concentrate. If these people were watching him at football and now at school, that meant they were getting bolder.He scribbled a note on the corner of his notebook and slid it across the desk to Sofia when the teacher wasn't looking.You sure it was them?Sofia glanced at it, hesitated, then nodded subtly before writing back.Yes. I saw the same man from the stadium. He was across the street when I arrived.Daniel swallowed hard. If Sofia was seeing them this often, that meant they weren't just watching anymore. They were planning something."Maybe I should skip practice today," Daniel muttered as he and Sofia sat at a corner table in the cafeteria. "If they're waiting for me again—""No," Sofia interrupted, keeping her voice low. "If you change your routine, they'll know you've noticed them. We have to act normal."Daniel sighed. She was right. The last thing he wanted was to make them suspicious.Erik and Miguel dropped their trays on the table and sat down. "Why do you guys look like someone just died?" Erik asked, raising an eyebrow.Daniel forced a laugh. "Just tired, man. The tournament has me exhausted."Miguel scoffed. "Exhausted? You're playing like a beast. Coach Morales might push you up to the senior team soon."Daniel forced a smile, but inside, he felt a knot tighten in his stomach. Moving up divisions meant more visibility. And more visibility meant more dangerDaniel arrived at CF Igualada's training ground, doing his best to act normal. But the moment he stepped onto the pitch, he felt it. That creeping sensation.Someone was watching.He scanned the area but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe it was just paranoia. Or maybe they were just good at hiding."Carter!" Coach Morales' voice snapped him back to reality. "Let's see what you've got today."Daniel forced himself to focus. He couldn't afford distractions—not here. He had a tournament to win.