(Pete’s POV)
“Aw C’mon Man Joe said as I hurriedly threw my clean t-shirt over my head and sat on a bench so that I could put on my sneakers. He was disappointed and clearly upset to hear that I would not be attending an after party for the game.
“We need the hero of the game present. What are we doing if you’re not going to be there?” He said trying to sound convincing. I tightened the laces of my sneakers and slung my duffel bag over my shoulder and shook my head at him for the thousandth time.
“Even if there’s going to be hot chicks around.” He said wriggling his eyebrows at me but I maintained my stance.
Was I crazy to miss out on hanging out and spending time with Solana for some party?
“Maybe some other time.” I told him. Slamming my locker door shut and patting his shoulder b
