Casey
“Are you sure you didn’t inhale any of that booze that got spilled all over you?” I asked Abby, who was giggling as we made our way up to my bedroom.
“I just had a good night.” She replied, going into my bedroom once I showed her which one was mine.
“Wow, nice room.” She said looking around, checking everything out. “Like your trophies and your shirt?” She asked, motioning towards my framed basketball jersey. “That was my jersey from the season we won.” I told her.
“That good of a season?” She asked.
“It was, but now coach wants every single season like that from now on.” I told her, sounding like a whiny baby.
“So, a lot of pressure, huh?” She asked, smirking. Can you believe she was actually smirking?
“You can say that.” I said sitting down on my bed as I watched her stand c
