The following week, I couldn’t stop thinking about our upcoming game. Luckily it was another home game. I didn’t know why I was obsessing about seeing her again. Sure, we went to the same school, but we were never able to see each other during school hours. Weekends were my only option. I also didn’t know why I was obsessing about her. Sure, she was smoking hot, but I had never really thought of her in the way I did the weekend before.
When Friday came around, I was happy to see that she was in the bleachers next to Lindsay when I arrived. She was wearing a thick black sweater and jeans—looking amazing, as always. I casually sat next to her and she smiled at me, continuing her conversation with our friends. She shifted slightly to where she was closer to me. Had she been thinking about th
