"Can you die of embarrassment? Brady, oh my god, I can't go to the game."
"Oh, come on, you're tougher than that. The gossip will a blow over." He spun us around, his back to the hall. He rested a shoulder to the door and looked over me. Han back to rubbing against his neck. "You going to wear Brett's jersey again?" He changed the topic. A feeble attempt to fix my anxiety.
Because I was already in it, I just nodded, hand gripping the fabric, grounding me. We were probably late now. The rumor mill was probably talking about what was going on between Brady and I now.
How little could they think of me?
Brady abandoned his tough stance in the doorway and took a step to me. "You know If I thought you would've worn it, I'd have given you mine." That did it, changed the beating in my heart fr
