“So you and Niall f*****g or what?”
I turned to look at Maddie, who was checking out a pair of shoes.
We were out shopping three weeks later, after the festival, getting ready to leave for San Francisco for the final match. Apparently it was tradition for Maddie to buy shoes before each match.
We were supposed to meet up in front of the pitch tomorrow, so the bus could take us to the airport in time.
“Um, I’ve only seen him once after the festival, and it was in Lit class. And practice, but we didn’t really talk. He’s been busy.” I said, looking through the clothes on the hangers.
“But you’re like, friends with benefits?”
I shrugged. “He propositioned it, but I didn’t get back to him.”
“But you want to, right?”
“I mean-yeah.” I admitted.
We walked towards the checkout and as we s
