During halftime, Lamar and I walked around the concourse. We stopped where previous teams’ photos were displayed, and spent some time making fun of the wild haircuts of the past. “Cynthia!” Lamar called from the next photo down. “Check out this guy’s mustache.” It was a full handle-bar mustache,
I knew there wouldn’t be, but I’d hoped. Disappointment filled me and for a while, I sat on my bed in the quiet, replaying our breakup. Maybe we shouldn’t even be friends. It hurt as much now as it had that first time. No, I couldn’t waste my time reliving that pain. I had plans and dreams to
If he’s on the soccer team, wouldn’t that make him friends with Joseph? Aimee’s words made me pause. I hadn’t considered that Lamar would have a connection with Joseph. They were such different people, Lamar so kind and Joseph so deceitful. But then, what did I really know about Lamar? Yet, what
It might be easier to judge him when we were in our home element. Lamar didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, as soon as he met us in the lobby, he said, “This is great! I haven’t been to an arcade since I was a kid.” He introduced himself to Aimee and Nicole with a wide, open smile. As he shook
“Does this mean you will go on a date with me?” Lamar asked me. The rest of the world faded away, and only this question existed. Did I want to go on a romantic date with him? No, not really. For better or worse, the person I wanted was Asher. When I closed my eyes, I could see his frosty blue
I’d pass the transfer exam. I’d date whoever I wanted. And I’d learn how to project again. I changed into my pajamas, to be comfortable. If I could relax my body, maybe this would be easier. But who should I make an apparition of? Asher was out. I loved Nicole and Aimee, but I could never get th
Lilith thought I was fighting against my true feelings. Maybe she was right. But that didn’t mean I would stop. “Asher hurt me,” I said. “Both with his skepticism of my ability, and the other things he said. How can I be with someone who doesn’t respect me? I’m not sure we even knew who he really w
It didn’t take much for me to drift off into a restless slumber. I awoke at three in the morning to a dark, too-quiet room. My worries and thought returned. I tossed and turned, but I could not be free of them this time. Frustrated, I grabbed my phone. I scrolled through some apps for a while, but