Thumps on the back, stupid jokes—the whole crew was acting up as we walked around from vendor to vendor, checking out their stuff, buying snacks. Phil had gone off with Diana while I hadn’t been looking, leaving me with the goons and cheerleaders. My head was on a swivel, eyes searching him out when I felt an arm link with mine. Chelsea. She was giving me a worried look, patting my arm. She’d been like that today, asking how I was doing, hugging on me. “There’s some carnival games set up over there if you want to play,” she offered, giving me a sweet smile.
The other girls seemed to be following suit, Monica linking her arm with my other arm, adding, “You’d probably do great at the shooting game.”
They were already kind of dragging me along, chittering away with the rest of
