The Lacrosse Player Next Door
Amy said, taking my hand.
We were about to head to our seats when two of our classmates approached us. One had dark hair, the other blonde.
"Hi, Jasmine," they smiled at me.
"Me?" I pointed at myself, starting to get shy. I had never had a conversation with my classmates—not even at my old school.
"Yes, Jasmine. Your name is Jasmine, right?" the blonde-haired girl asked.
I nodded slowly.
"I can't believe we’ve been classmates all this while. Were you also in sophomore year with us?" the dark-haired girl asked, and I nodded again.