“You know what my problem is?” He ran a hand through his sweaty blond hair before shoving his ball cap down on top of it. “Who are you?”
“Doesn’t matter,” she shrugged. “Your problem is your posture.”
“My posture?” His eyes caved in as his head jerked up. A quick turn to check with his friends assured him they were just as dumbfounded.
“Uhm hm. Look, over there.” She pointed in the direction where Shane and his friends were still talking to the girls on the bleachers. “See how he carries himself? Like he doesn’t give a s**t about anyone or anything? Like, if one of those girls got up right now and told him he was the world’s biggest asshole, he’d laugh, not go crying to his mama, right?” Beth had made that exact statement enough times—that he was the world’s biggest asshole--to that exa
