After school, I stood with Amy at our spot on the roof, watching our fellow students, parents, and teachers enter the football field to watch the game. We were working up our courage to join them.
“William invited us to watch him play,” I told Amy. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
I handed her one of the sweatshirts I bought with our school’s name and our wolf mascot embroidered on the front. I needed her company to give me enough confidence to walk among all those people.
“He invited you,” Amy argued. She took the sweatshirt and stuffed it under her arm.
“He knows you’re coming with me,” I insisted. “Please, Amy, will you come with me.” I didn’t like pressuring my best friend to do something she didn’t want to do, but I was eager to watch William play.
I squeezed her hand. “Pretty
