After my fight with Alex at practice, we manage to avoid each other for several days aside from our one class together. Not enough time has passed when I remember that we need to be civil at homecoming. On Friday before the game, I follow him out of chemistry and say, “we should talk.”
“Okay, go ahead.” His voice is still distant and stubborn.
“Okay, we agreed to go to this dance together for Taylor. And I just want to make sure that we can get through this weekend in a civil manner.”
Alex looks me in the eye. “I’m happy to be civil. You’re the one who started yelling at me at practice.”
I resist the urge to apologize. “Can we just put it aside for the day and get alonge for our friends? Please?”
“I’m down,” Alex says. “But you have to promise you won’t yell at me in the middle of the
