"No." I said
"You haven't even heard the pitch yet." She said,
"I don't need the pitch. The answer's no." I didn't look up from my textbook, mostly because if I looked up I'd see Harlow's face doing the thing where she already decided this was happening regardless of what I said.
"It's the season opener. Everyone's going." She said,
"Great. Have fun with everyone."
"Josie." She sat down right on top of my textbook, which was cheating and she knew it was cheating. "You don't have to sit with the team parents and clap politely. You can sit with me, in the student section, and eat overpriced nachos, and if it gets to be too much we leave. That's it. That's the whole deal."
"I don't do hockey games." I said
"You used to do nothing but hockey games."
"That's exactly the point." I repl
