The look of concern on her face makes me wish I didn't feel like crap tonight. The truth is my body is aching, but it's not like I can't deal with it. I'm down and depressed because I'm having feelings for someone who doesn't want me.
"Do you want to go to the movies with me and your dad?" Mom asks with a hopeful smile.
"No," I tell her. "You guys need a date night. I'll be fine."
"What about calling a friend?"
"Everyone's at the football game, Mom."
"Oh. I forgot." While I think she was relieved I quit the squad because she was concerned I was pushing my body too hard, now all my friends are busy during games, leaving me either a spectator or home alone.
"I'll be fine. I promise. Go to the movies with Dad and have fun."
"Okay," Mom says. "But if you feel like you need someone, just
