"Wade Helford," Phoenix told me as he flipped through the yearbook a few pages. He pointed to the boy he would be describing momentarily. "You probably recognize him from the games. He's on the football team. I guess he's funny. I know he thinks you're pretty."
I stared at his picture. He's cute, I guess. I mean, I wouldn't say he's my type, not that I really have one. He has braces and black hair, but other than that, there isn't much to look at. I recognized him, though. He's waved at me a few times in the halls, but other than that, I don't see much of him. "How do you know he thinks I'm pretty?" I asked.
"Because he called you pretty," Phoenix replied as if my question was stupid.
"Oh," I replied. "I don't know about him. Who's the last person?"
"His name is Elliot Velazquez," Phoe
