Becky gushed about her ride with Adam the next morning when she found me at my locker. She gushed about the charity football game at lunch. The next day was a similar chain of events except Adam sat with us at our table. It didn’t faze Becky from raving about Saturday’s game. On Thursday a few of his friends joined him at our table and one seemed amused by Becky’s passionate monologue about the Kade brothers, who was better, who was better looking, etc. He teased and prodded her along until Becky seemed like she was going to shout from the rooftop how hot Mason and Logan Kade were. At one point I thought she’d been about to proclaim they could beat our entire football team, only the two of them.
She caught herself, blushed, and her head went down.
The guys didn’t hold back their laughter
