I wrung my wrists nervously. Hot tamales.
The head coach flared at me with her pretty blue eyes and pretty blonde hair and perfect teeth. Why was it that the extra prettiness only made her less likeable to me?
"Does this sport mean anything to you?" She asked eyebrows pulled together just like someone had taken a thread and cinched them in.
"Yes, of course it does, it totally does," I stammered. For once I had pulled my hair back and now I wished more then anything I had let it hang down so that I could cover my ashamed flaming face.
But I wanted to look nice for Logan. Inwardly, I groaned at myself. I still didn't know where we were at, and I hadn't even gotten the chance to say good morning to him before Miss Julia here had dragged me away and now that I was thinking about him, would
