“Proclaiming his love for you in the center of a football field? How romantic was that?!” Amanda grabbed my arm and shook me for the third time that night.
“Hey, watch the corn dog!” I held my paper plate tightly with my uneaten corn dog, balancing my sling bag in the other.
A brunette approached us with a sports bottle in hand and a helmet in the other.
“Hello.” They smiled. “So you’re the lucky girl who basically made every other girl cry here tonight.” The tall brunette smiled. “Hi, I’m Ashley.” She stuck out her hand.
“Hello.” I shook her hand. “This is my friend, Amanda.” Amanda exchanged the friendly gesture.
“Hey babe.”
I recognize these two boys.
Christian jogged up to where we were standing and passed Ashley a corndog—ah so she’s his girlfriend. “I don’t know why half th
