On Friday, I went to the school field to catch a glimpse of him. The boys practiced on Fridays, and I saw that Mavis was now part of the football team. I’d heard he was exceptionally good, some even said the best. I didn’t mind.
“So, what time should I come to the party?” I asked Oliver.
“Just come by 10,” he said, sweaty from practice but still looking attractive. He went back to practice after our chat.
Once again, I found myself searching for Mavis. Sure enough, he was watching me, looking furious. I braced myself for some kind of trouble. I gave him a challenging stare, but he just shook his head and continued playing.
“Devil,” I muttered as I left. When I got home, Mom and Dad were preparing to leave for the village.
“Where is Mavis?” Mom asked.
“He’s still at school, at footbal
