HANNAH
I stood at the edge of the football pitch with Willa, watching a bunch of sweaty, ripped jocks kick a ball around in jerseys that looked like they’d shrunk in the wash. And I kept asking myself, how on earth had I agreed to this?
Willa was practically bouncing beside me. I’d long since given up trying to calm her down. From the way she was acting, you’d think we were about to meet the most important person in the world.
Still, if going through with this meant Devin would finally get off my back, I’d gladly play Cupid.
She nudged me.
“Why isn’t he coming?” she asked, clearly impatient. “Do you see him?”
I nodded toward the pitch. A group of giggling girls had formed a circle nearby, and in the middle, standing just a little taller than the rest, was a familiar mop of curly brow
