Veronica’s and my relationship started at one of the football games at our high school. The loud cheers, the bright lights, kids sneaking beer in, our football team never scoring any points. Why did I go to those again? Oh right—the beer.
My friends and I would make our rounds, bouncing from group to group. We thought we were so smooth hiding our beer in soda cans. Never mind the leftover soda in the cans and how much beer we spilled trying to pour it in.
We never paid attention to the game. There was no point to it—we lost every single game. But that didn’t matter. The high school football games were the most exciting thing to happen in our small town. Some liked to go there to show their support for the Patriots. Some went for the social aspect. Others went to show off their skimpy out
