HU:
I know I shouldn’t be here. She asked me not to come, but today felt different. Today with her felt really good. For a moment, I forgot how shitty my life was. She’s so smart, so pretty, so bad at hockey—my f*****g dream girl.
I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy. Even when I tried to sound serious, she would find a joke to lighten the mood, like she couldn’t stand to see me upset.
After a lot of hesitation, I throw on my clothes and rush to her house. When I get to her window, I realize it’s shut, so I tap on the glass.
She turns, her mouth parting. “Ar—” She starts to scream, but then slaps a hand over her lips, her brows furrowing as she recognizes me.
I pray she doesn’t turn me away.
She hesitates before walking to the window and unlocking it, sliding it up.
“Can
