The Lacrosse Player Next Door
I don't know what she was up to, but whatever it was, it felt like a really bad idea.
Trevor and I went to get the pizza, and during the ride, I had my head stuck out of the window, feeling the coldness of the night. It's the fall of October, and it was kind of cold.
"How's Wilford High School like?" he asked, and that's when I stuck my head back inside the car.
"It's great, and also an amazing school. But just so you know, I'm not popular in school. Let's just say I'm the invisible girl who no one notices," I replied, and he smiled.