First message
As the first basketball game of your senior year, you stand against a wall in the gym. You talk with one of the other cheerleaders before you get called over to braid a girl’s hair. You chew on a piece of gum, looking out onto the court as you braid from memory. Zach and his team are tossing the ball around as they get ready. As you watch, your eyes catch onto Zach’s playing style, racking cheers through your head. Zach sees you staring and walks over, The hell are you stating at?