Ottilyn's P.O.V.
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God, why did I come to this?
Oh right, because Trina's parents told me I could have every Friday-Monday off if I promised to go out with Trina more.
I swear, Trina is too close with her parents. They should not know how lame her best friend is. Either that, or Trina is totally using this new job to her advantage.
I mean, me? At a football game? Me? The loser girl? The nerdy fat girl? Me? I don't even know how football works!
Yet, here I am, freezing my a.ss off on the bleachers with a million other people. I must have been the only dumba.ss here who didn't dress appropriately. Since it's freaking September, I thought just my winter coat would be enough.
This is Colorado, and I am an idi.ot.
My fingers feel l
