Friday night came and went. I stayed in, but Fallen Crest Public won against Fallen Crest Academy by a landslide, 32 to seven. I knew my dad would be heartbroken, but I still felt as if he had kicked me out of the house. My sympathy scale was in the negatives. The only high point was that Jessica and Lydia were both so hyped about the parties; they forgot to harass me into going. Jeff did the same, though I knew he was always sore after a loss. Even if he didn’t play since he’s second string, I knew he’d be grumpier than normal.
Apparently, my new roommates were the highlights of the game. Mason sacked Adam seventy percent of the time and Logan ran in for three of the touchdowns. I got all that from Lydia’s text messages.
“Honey, are you going out tonight?” My mom found me the next after
