Mayfield air was as putrid as I imagined it would be. The sidewalks were grimy, the roads had trash, and the streetlamps were broken.
This was just a part of Ridgewood I didn't want to be in.
But for the sake of the two women I loved, this was just a massive dump I had to get over.
Ayla hadn't spoken to me for two weeks now after the whole locker issue with Maddie.
I had to take the fall for my girlfriend because Ayla was going to tell on her to Schofield. Of course, if one pisses off the other, the said other was going to throw a massive fit on me.
I don't think my scalp could take any more fuckin' hair-pulling. I'd go bald by the time I reach twenty-five.
And now, Coach be riding up my ass after missing practice yet again.
Ayla's been actively avoiding me at school, in our share
