Chapter 13
May sat next to me on the bleachers, her hand stuffed into a potato chip bag rummaging around for the last bit of crumbs. “Where’s Christian?”
I scanned the football players running onto the field. Stadium lights reflected off their silver helmets. I found number fifteen—Christian’s number—just as he and several of his teammates plowed through a long paper banner that cheerleaders were holding. The crowd around us cheered.
I pointed at him. “He’s right there with Adam running over to the sidelines.”
At the sound of Adam’s name, May jumped to her feet and cheered along with everyone else.
I had doubts about coming tonight, but none of those had mattered when May had called me thirty minutes ago begging me to meet her here. I didn’t admit it to her, but it was my first high s
