Fifty-One: JaredI'd had to bum a ride home from Amy Stecker, being that everyone else I could have asked played football and was getting ready for tonight's game, or was Reed, and Reed had disappeared too quickly after the bell for me to even want to ask. The ride was pleasant. For the most part- school, football, normal gossipy bullshit.
“Are you going to the Harvest Days Dance?” She asked like it was an actual question.
“Uh, no. Wasn't planning on it. It would a logistical nightmare, anyway. With the chair or the crutches.” And the knowledge that Rose is dead and can't go to any dances. And how pretty she would have looked-
“Oh, come on, Jared. Wheelchair or not, I know at least ten girls who would die to go to a dance with you.” There was a momentary realization that crossed over her
