his eyes were all I saw.
Finally.
Me, with my hair cut so damn short it stuck up in all the wrong places, my gangly legs I was still getting used to after my last growth spurt, and my newfound attraction to boys. Me, sullen and quiet, too awed by his fame to even speak in his presence, so enamored by him that I tripped him up the first time we were on the ice together during practice. Yeah, right. What would he ever see in someone like me?
Bad.
Here…
turned around completely to walk backward, thinking I’d wait, but he was gone.
Sorry, man, he’d say, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Crazy reporters, you know?
hang about my waist as my arms and chest cooled off. The tight material clung to my hips and thighs like a second skin as I changed my skates for sneakers, moving sl
