Casey
The coach was pushing us today, every pass that we messed up he went off double. I wanted to take that whistle already and stick it up his ass. “Did you notice your fan?” Henry asked passing me the ball. I thought it would be Becky or Cindy but when I looked at the bleachers my gaze landed on Abby. She was sitting with her knees to her chest, her sketchbook on top and her head down as she was busy drawing.
“Doesn’t look to me as if she is here to watch you play.” I just threw Henry with the ball and advanced towards the bleachers, making my way up to where she was seated. She hasn’t even seen me coming.
“Hey.” I greeted sitting down in front of her, my eyes catching the sketch she was working on.
“Oh, hi!” She greeted nervously, trying to shut her book but it was too late. “Well,
