RYDER
I leaned against my locker the next day at school, hoping to startle her.
“Come to the game tonight,” I said, trying to sound informal. Lila didn't even look at me. She was cramming books into her bag as if I hadn't spoken at all.
I cleared my throat and I tried again.
“ It's a major one. You would love it. Everything isn't Chemistry and History.”
“ I don't like hockey,” She flatly stated and without looking at me and zipped her bag. I laughed while trying to hide the pain in my chest.
“ Everybody enjoys hockey.”
At last she raised her gaze. Her eyes were drained and wary and it looked like I had made a mistake coming to dinner last night.
“I suppose I'm not everyone then.”
Painful.
I didn't know why it hurt me that much.
“Just come. Remember that you are my girlfrien
