Michael reached for my hand for the second time that evening, pulling me down the bleachers with him. I yelled over my shoulder to the group that I had something come up, and to text me when everything had been finished.
Whisking me to his car, I sent a quick text to Ava as soon as he had safely placed me in the passenger seat. She was the one charged with picking me up, and as far as I knew, she was out partying with the team over the win. I didn't think she would mind that she didn't have to leave prematurely.
Me: out with Michael. I'm fine. He's taking me home.
My heart was leaping out of my chest. I had never done anything this crazy before, let alone something this crazy with a boy. I was always that person that stayed until the job was done, or at least until I could do the most
