"Incoming!"
I looked up in just enough time to duck before the football took off my head. I sighed in annoyance and looked backwards to Peyton, who was racing over to snatch his football off the floor.
He swallowed, holding the ball in his arms, "Sorry."
I shrugged, "As long as you weren't aiming for me, then accidents happen."
Peyton rolled the ball in his hands and looked down. "I wasn't talking about the football,” he mumbled.
I put up a hand and shook my head, “Just don’t. It’s fine, really. Let’s just forget any of it ever happened.”
"Well, I still want to apologize," Peyton pleaded the words.
I nodded and hugged my books to my chest, "You’re free to, but it doesn't mean I'm going to forgive you."
Peyton nodded, "You're right, but I'll do it anyways. I'm sorry, Jade. Can we at
