“No.”
The next day Coach Langdon gave Faith and me his pitch. He wanted us to run together. We were the only three in his office.
I folded my arms over my chest and said again, “No way.”
“Why not?”
He sounded aggravated, and he should’ve been. We were going on minute thirty-five of him trying to change my mind. It wasn’t happening.
“Sam.” He stood from his desk.
I didn’t care. He could stand. He could pace. He could wring his hands together. He could do anything he wanted. None of it was going to work.
“You have to tell me why.” He took a deep breath, seeming to calm himself, and sat back down behind his desk.
Faith sat in the corner next to me, her legs crossed and her arms folded over her chest. She’d turned to sit at an angle so she was more comfortable to watch this spectacle.
